So what is real This day eats you
Licked by a flame too soon in sleep
Boot up for steel iron hand defeats you
Tried out but wind blown in sleep
And is this not my own
This indecision sparks a vision of depature from this stagnation
Watch it flow We are not above this
Purely carnal we don't think to think
And would you For me too
This Penitentiary is bleeding
And would you
Your actions will speak alone
Please
