in the year of the move no words will upset or draw attention
only insolence do they shudder
there are some that do what they can to upset me
but are speaking for numbers
solely for the greater good of motivating me
and wish life wasn't such a difficult
only the song can make me work
the song can make the sounds
when there is marble
afterward is the end and one credit
an elevator with no buttons
the use of liars to have take him to hel
near the door at a quarter life
the heat taken becomes the soul
once fought against to treads on a vehicle with one belt tread
chooses to practice with those who can see
the clouds over my house that shadow
sunlight burning avoids the cure
an arrow kills the frozen heart of the one caught sleeping
with the blood on the basin
beyond woven sounds about a spare time with a Cinderella vampire
alpha omega and united
fascist conformational with soothsayer necromancer standards
alchemist demon deacon
informational internationalists
the demon barrier to the wizards kingdom
civilizations power consequence and smoke makes a wall
lasers everywhere the lasting are lucky to be alive
string sounds like love
reality reverts the old to young
someone had to hate the music with its claws
over and over the wrong and rendered
camera by camera the world tires
a remote copacetic given sight
a crippled message like is seen in the outer zone
a room of those who cannot see the lights in it
frozen falls the faces between blades
the holy sight of the fearless touch
medicated gods
with neighbors for wizards with lone regressions
duplicate trips into the past
a never ending universal lease on the miseducation of the names who are just numbers
interior constant passing with the speed of light
the mechanic with missing extra fingers
the breaking wooden door breaks the window and hurts the cattle
stared at an open bottle
stimulation retribution and hidden intrusion
to the end of complicated confusion
the heart is wide for pretend eyes
shy and bashful blank emotion
crying love up at the sky
devotion paid sun to shade
an old last supper disease
create a place to take our escape from today
graded intimidation vacation congratulations
land of ice and snow the time leaves fall the wind will blow
water taking another breath to make new worlds
gathering the wicked news like the old sound
when you wake asleep
the commodity of ash
the smallest ultrasound of biotic fuels
the blue and red flag of the night sky soldiers, manages the house of citizen
sand's fire wrought time in the dark verse
the truth on earthed by pain from armies of land and labor
vengeance demons acting as deacons to the owners of time
a buried blank page writes about a dying leaf with bloody living veins
a green house covered with double paned glass
filled with a transparent element
heated for life on colder planets
when you look in the mirror you are bound
dead men tell no tales
looking up from the ground but hunting with an eye on the sky
there is time in space
scavengers of the night
you must survive
or i will never exist
the lost are never home
we cringe for the new thought Police
like the subjects of some insane leching satanist state
compelled to wave our flags as the nations pass by
the future is not set
there is no fate but what we make for ourselves
...
only insolence do they shudder
there are some that do what they can to upset me
but are speaking for numbers
solely for the greater good of motivating me
and wish life wasn't such a difficult
only the song can make me work
the song can make the sounds
when there is marble
afterward is the end and one credit
an elevator with no buttons
the use of liars to have take him to hel
near the door at a quarter life
the heat taken becomes the soul
once fought against to treads on a vehicle with one belt tread
chooses to practice with those who can see
the clouds over my house that shadow
sunlight burning avoids the cure
an arrow kills the frozen heart of the one caught sleeping
with the blood on the basin
beyond woven sounds about a spare time with a Cinderella vampire
alpha omega and united
fascist conformational with soothsayer necromancer standards
alchemist demon deacon
informational internationalists
the demon barrier to the wizards kingdom
civilizations power consequence and smoke makes a wall
lasers everywhere the lasting are lucky to be alive
string sounds like love
reality reverts the old to young
someone had to hate the music with its claws
over and over the wrong and rendered
camera by camera the world tires
a remote copacetic given sight
a crippled message like is seen in the outer zone
a room of those who cannot see the lights in it
frozen falls the faces between blades
the holy sight of the fearless touch
medicated gods
with neighbors for wizards with lone regressions
duplicate trips into the past
a never ending universal lease on the miseducation of the names who are just numbers
interior constant passing with the speed of light
the mechanic with missing extra fingers
the breaking wooden door breaks the window and hurts the cattle
stared at an open bottle
stimulation retribution and hidden intrusion
to the end of complicated confusion
the heart is wide for pretend eyes
shy and bashful blank emotion
crying love up at the sky
devotion paid sun to shade
an old last supper disease
create a place to take our escape from today
graded intimidation vacation congratulations
land of ice and snow the time leaves fall the wind will blow
water taking another breath to make new worlds
gathering the wicked news like the old sound
when you wake asleep
the commodity of ash
the smallest ultrasound of biotic fuels
the blue and red flag of the night sky soldiers, manages the house of citizen
sand's fire wrought time in the dark verse
the truth on earthed by pain from armies of land and labor
vengeance demons acting as deacons to the owners of time
a buried blank page writes about a dying leaf with bloody living veins
a green house covered with double paned glass
filled with a transparent element
heated for life on colder planets
when you look in the mirror you are bound
dead men tell no tales
looking up from the ground but hunting with an eye on the sky
there is time in space
scavengers of the night
you must survive
or i will never exist
the lost are never home
we cringe for the new thought Police
like the subjects of some insane leching satanist state
compelled to wave our flags as the nations pass by
the future is not set
there is no fate but what we make for ourselves
...