Head trip on the scene again. Pumping in the veins of the rabid mouths to feed. Head back, obsolete. Trapped with the secrets that I cannot keep today.
Well, you look so true in undressed eyes. Is your coma real? Did you change your mind?. I see so clearly in these bargain eyes. Words coffee drip out my head.
I'm an angel with broken wings. Who's poisoning the night. With love, from me to you. . I'm having an episode. Do you want a small bit part. I think you might, oh, I hope you do.