your majesty
nitrophilosophy
aim on you
blood is so clean
guilt is guilt
but now
i'm nervous as a child

gravity
is tugging your body down
moisty eyes
are tuning to pale
you wanted self respect
but low and lower you get

concausion in the bone brain
gash in spiracle
there is nothing in your mines and
nothing in your bombs
I will burn
is that for getting light?
is that for getting freedom?
nothing for that type

react so pretty
dive self pitty
i can't stand your road man
grind my finger it's ok
shape shape shape shape shape shape shape shape

reaction in the kitchen
act(guess) to get the light
we hope to get this need for
hope to get this time
I will burn
is that for getting light?
is that for getting freedom?
nothing for that type