Candid little photographs that prove to you I strut my stuff. It's hard to tell just what I do. Depicted in my microscopic point of view is fiction. Well I'll be you when you aren't you. My vision blurred by my solitude affliction. I'm staring it's vivid the image. A multitude of complex tombs I'm in it. A fight to the finish.
Stressed work early for the meeting just to find it's tooth decay. Man I had it come the weekend. God gave root canals away.
Mechanized. My posture is slowly receding. My heart's barely beating. I'm receiving the download created to complete me. My plug-in is fiending. It's seething for a v-chip to get me through the season. Define your reason with some meaning. Bored to death by the witness. A fight to the finish.
Stressed work early for the meeting just to find it's tooth decay. Man I had it come the weekend. God gave root canals away.
Man the plaster seams they seem to find a home. It's hard to get along when all you are is bones. Born to break against an empty hull. Too bad for the brain to wanna fade away. Brand New Face.