House is earth
Shit in this corner
Or shit everywhere
I don't need Babylon tower but I don't need need cage and the measurement of a leader is what happens after he, If we're honest, dies.
Gelatine sanctuary for the ones in the loop cheer at behind the line and gain a moment's notice.
To be opened to the other is outcast.
Whatshername Fuck is she wearing?
The afterlife is spent with the leader in hiding, worker bees pleaded to saint fucking saint
sick with verve leading saint to massage saint
of her idea is either saint or sin
her idea alone is saint? Hisalone?
What is is does is death is done the next thing is what matters
The worker bee forcibly lead
Leading needs blood to manage.
Cultured and living in a pixie dish cross scripture best dream
The Only Way To Fly
Living the life they sainted
What a game.
It is the occasional we I promise
How does one live without sigma
And ritual the only way to tap
Tap into them the story goes and boast the right is glaring
Tap into her and see the darkness defence she's learned and dare the out one
Tap into him and old the toll flute best she is the bearing
Tap into star gut eyes without his cute bend it is there and cloning
Tap into nothing gut reach post hole
Rat the world is starting
Tap in to lift hole boast loaf precinct raft the world is bearing
Tap into its don't hole, lift cove, bandit bright and daft it boat bland sinking?
Tap into tandem rose, tote caller
Tarry near, soul food button don't sea fairy lifting
Tap into bandit bright the starlight dark room plug the points so husbanding
Tap in to tonsil soul in roast
The messy throat is soiling
Tap into don't like press pin and free
the positives are eyeing
Tap into sought and silk and tea
The rest is raw but searing