give me a rest, this all confirms my paranoia 
i need some thoughts, just gather some thoughts & feelings 
god my brain distorts, pictures then rearranges 
slowly surely new meanings [bad word] as everythin arranges 

she gives them a test on all the times that i've made trouble 
her friends she talks, just gathers her thoughts the meetings off 
she drains assorts, stricture & disarrangement 
wholly surely new feelings [bad word] as every thing arranges 

bullitts dominae feel the calm forever 
bullitts dominae she walks steady to the shore 
bullitts dominae

and as i ask them the same i feel insistent 
everyone's falling sun-sucide's optimal 
and as i ask them inside everlasting the inosphere's collided! 
everyone's falling sun-sucide's optimal 

she gives manifests & all the while impressed she follows 
& leaves unexpressed, just gathers the flaws but i'm weary 
from the same discourse, richer from the old strangers 
slowly surely new meanings [bad word] as everything arranges 

bullitts dominae flare