Well I think I've seen enough but I hoped this trip would come and save me. My life ain't bad enough so I scratch this itch incinerate me. Heart pours the core of my flex, the lord of my step, the organ it plays through. Time blows the horn in my chest, I'm boarding my jet, the plane that I came to. BRAIN BRIMMING THROUGH A SEA OF BATS. THEY'RE NIPPING CHORDS AND SPINNING WEBS OF RHYTHM AS THEY FLAP. ARE YOU DECALCIFIED BUT STUPID HIGH? STILL SAD AFTER SEX? DID YOU REALIZE THAT ALL THIS TIME YOUR CROWN WAS JUST A HAT?
