My eyes are misbehaving
Lurking for hair lines and faces of 5 years times of cliffs
And every word we hear from a dispute interlocks instanity
We could never be sane with cocks and crows,
Friends panties with the last touch of a crooked hand man,
True blue naked women and life screaming in our room
I am proud
Fuck the lady man saying to chipper up
Because I am sweet from the spoons of sugar shoved in my mouth each night
Be. Be mine. Stay. Stay fine.
I will break every song it takes to make you lay in shorter spaces
I will slaughter the hands of time
We will cut down every sign and earse expectation or consequence from our mind
Bride hide lied inside
You are mine
That’s fact