He said picture the sun only shining on you, focused with a microscope how could you hope to cope with such a short rope
Flames under pressure, sweating never ever to get better, spreading hot topics, I wish I cut holes through blankets, jean pockets
Cave of experiences, stream of consciousness, illuminating glimpses, advancement in something greater
Those who hate, unable to see or pass through, stargate, as hope breathes, believe in better places than this
Doors painted with children’s dreams lead to regeneration, as in remembering life before bad programming.