If you don't gimme your money,
I'll punch your face...
Guys
guys...
I was found on the streets,
Looking almost half dead...
Shimmering mixtures of cashmere's pureness
and silver forged with sharpened obsessions...
I know what you are trying to do,
you have always been so very cruel...
Inhale, Exhale
Inner peace...
Melodies and harmonies
linger in my mind...
Somehow I seem to be at peace,
My troubled times are at a cease...
That simple little tune,
Strumming through my soul...
Now I've started
I cannot stop...
Mane whipping in the air
Though it's made of only hair...
I dreamt a dream
I wished a wish...