I swear if I could
turn things around...

Painless,
priceless...

I could just slip,
back to the rumor...

As i sit here,
enjoying...

\"The walls taunted with enclosure, held...
Each blood stained wall remained, and for the days...

Ringing distant memories,
subside...

Make a flower,
for me...

Mountainous terrain from
irritant to...

Fill it up
fill it up...

Did they say when
you made it to think...

Dirty obnoxious,
filthy precautious...

"and your beautiful face lights up my...
they all speak the same...