From out of the fire came something fueling the flames it's standing up. They call me twinkle toes. Whoa wait no they don't.
All of the glitter that guides what we know just blew away to reveal it's true folds. Hidden beneath us their lines paved in gold. Shaping us into a shape shaped alone.
You raid my home. Goddammit and fire my gun. This brain's off course. Derailed.
All this is doing is doing nothing you know. Mind's been told to want and want more. If only this nothing could just be something to hold. I'd take it to the source and sweep 'em with the floors.
You raid my home. Goddammit and fire my gun. This brain's off course. Derailed.
Adjust when the dust sets our eyes light corrupt. Destined to trudge our way back through the muck. Wade on our backs and just wait till flames engulf all love. I dared descent truth is it sucks.
You raid my home. Goddammit and fire my gun. This brain's off course. Derailed.
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