[bad word] on party were beautiful
 one more taste have to melt and frame hold on Picasso
 uplift fusion with massive palms

 passion immobile is not the solution
 let them concur and dig out their own holes
 a steady win.. process for evolution craters

 sour, the burning saint in ember
 let her glow ignored while she [bad word] 

 there is so many days and i still have my dreams 

 youre standing still in the shadows
 id call it lost you save face
 but its passion and its burning my heart out 
 scarred now if i die with no soul may i be set in glory 

 though you may not agree youre calling beckoning
 so cute seduce me
 a massachusetts wonder your soul devoured

 youre calling this out, though wrapped in denial 
 i see the finale
 cannot replace whats programmed but it [bad word] 

 take this body burn this soul 
 collapse these dirty lungs
 slow down the effects of no hope

 so call it, you wanted to be inspired? solved...
 this is only existence as we have made it a reaming hole
 and i cannot see
 push my kaleidoscope a little farther

 i want too see the sun crash
 longing to stand at the vernanda and lunge
 ive see every shore spat in their mouths 
 counted the faces i long to burn out 

 every presence knowing i did right... did so well every intention to burn out this city
 for all.... i long...