Try to sleep us a swinging end such as precious weakening
Born through anxieteasesme
The disease is emerald black as I’m content in this massive possession of earthly confusions
I’m the liar
Be slouched in love’s carte blanche handicap
Let us pray for the heart attacks
I’m an inconvenience to a plaguing misery so mind the mess of mental patience
Funny images in the brain of the bowels of my rotten soul
Separate our love for hard times and uncelibate nasty shit
You can read me months away
From hell and I know it’s so sad
The silent satanic eulogies