webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
bring me things to break myself upon till
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them