sometime or other we eschewed the art we all but ripped it apart ah yes you read my face, my red laden escapist leaden waste and so lace your words with grace my stasis complacent and tasteless i’ve crossed a river low i’ve lost a river’s soul you’re there you’re gone. who would ever know come here, come strongly and statements made stretch me thinly throughout the everglades i’m made up of half-hated ideas and dully plotted schemes you’re saturn, i’m main street.
doubt is a delicacy i heartily feast upon. you’re here but you may soon be gone my progressive obsession is ripping my soul to core faces spiral and then are no more
spotlight market, your soul is for sale head full of maths and a darkly told tale.