We are locked in our lighthouses,
and the chasms of ocean...
Out of body
I see myself float...
(I)
Majestic; globalism's own pulsing heart...
This town is a poem
These roads are eloquent...
Very difficult to explain,
some say nothing more...
Love is on my way, with infinite
heart and unlimited value...
There was a land
made by Gods hand...
I feel I'm growing older
as my dark hair starts to grey...
Phone me up and threaten me
and weave your evil threats...
I knew you're for my whole life and yet we were so...
Many years past before I spoke to you again...
Pain is a force to be reckoned
It tries to steal every piece...
My mind is squeezed into lemonade
For those around to enjoy...