Well then, I hope that you receive this letter. I passed by and I saw you, kicking about. In your own blood, stand, form, grow. Are the words I spoke, promises are what I gave.
World, world. . This world is a stage, broken bones, no regrets this world is a stage. And everyone seems to have their opinion stick around, stay for a while.
Dancing around into the isles and into the yard. Yes, we are practicing for war, walk off stage. Beg for your face, beg for your fingertips. The request and the response.