To them I feel like steel, pulp, salt and peel
Nothing is real and nothing is not a thing
Reminder pinch and sink one more inch and synchronise
with it's terms. Decline, it's in here you will find
Splintered times and sling blade kinds that are going to
Cut you down blind. Suspend and mend your kind how?
It's the prevention of the mind fuck. I've just gone and
Reinvented my fuck!
I don't bleed for the things that sink and scathe
I don't need those things with tits and arse
I don't think I think there is anything true
A lover scathed harps in vain that harboured paint to