WILL MAKE US FLY
The demolition and determination of
Is having a death wish that will remain.
We go creeping up and collapsing down.
We do not even know if the earth is round.
Green creatures in our mind
Filling us features from an unusual third time.
Acidic archaeology- we found the hieroglyphics of hell.
Although we perceived it like a tiny tiger who likes
Hallucinate it makes us act like crashing
Meditate we fly to the sirens and are wrapped in iron
We live in our subconscious of sadness.
Most of what we know, we do not, but the happiness.
Lies in the pills of death, breaking
Although, the night ravens create a scenario to obey
Not the isolation-that is the key for a mind-boggling
While something is knocking at our door like knives
We need to truly wonder if logic is
Ha, ha, ha! Funny we die for our chemical!
Only if the deranged ghost song does not take control,
At midnight the bats of the doors completely unfold.
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