A drop from gushing finger,
the one you pull the trigger...
E.T.N.A.
Gloom lays in the stage...
It tore you to the stork
the hardest jail you’ll know...
All the emotions inside
not leave them overflow...
Not for the selfies, not for the fame
Not for the money even if you aren’t ashamed...
a few cats and some tramps
no one is wandering around...
When will the human race
Absorb the lessons of the past and...
There is a path in steps we take
For the life we wish to make...
The space is as the result of
our disunion...
A book not written
Will never be the same thing...
I am a squiggle of imperfection,
a reality that bites...
You don't know the sleuth
you must've hidden your wrongs from...