Jaywalk Protocol
Gravity isn't just affection. A sense of mind-control.
These are my starry-eyed affairs. True lusting, human-structure's whole.
These are my starry-eyed affairs. True lusting, human-structure's whole.
Parking lot birds.
Leaves tumbling, take me in.
The salty acidic taste in the air, coming in for a landing on your tastebuds.
Burning your being.
Nausea and comfort found in steam.
The stage of murder is where I play.
The world is dying, come pay your respects.
Leaves tumbling, take me in.
The salty acidic taste in the air, coming in for a landing on your tastebuds.
Burning your being.
Nausea and comfort found in steam.
The stage of murder is where I play.
The world is dying, come pay your respects.
Curse words add passion.
And you're my distraction.
Take my eye-sight away from me, so I can finally see
what's good for me.
And you're my street sign look-alike.
What exactly are you?
Don't look forward, don't look back.
Look the your right and dodge traffic, look to the left and see me.
My absense of color, you hear those cars stealing
what
rightfully belongs to you-
and only you.
And you're my distraction.
Take my eye-sight away from me, so I can finally see
what's good for me.
And you're my street sign look-alike.
What exactly are you?
Don't look forward, don't look back.
Look the your right and dodge traffic, look to the left and see me.
My absense of color, you hear those cars stealing
what
rightfully belongs to you-
and only you.
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