Mass inclination will fuel my frustration. And keep all redemption at bay. All indications prove your all mutations. And you all have nothing to say. .
Well fortune favor's not the young. Spoken word's and song's unsung, right?. I never learned from my mistakes. I guess I don't have what it takes, right?.
Well in the fall all the leaves begin to sour. As helpless slave's, to a mother who's a whore. So you reveal all your naked non-compliance. A faceless name undeserving of a soul.