Hm? The one's stepping over time
Woah, sorry reflections help line
Heavy pockets now
And if the hollow core's found out?
There, a lack of poetry apparent to the blind
Oh, my remorse manifests heads
With through holes blown
Despite my going, i'd only be
Coming home
And now i'd like to bite my tongue
Safe seal the secrets alive amongst the dumb
Mn, my rebirth was from
The rhythm like his
Woke, rose through the cut
When i kept my sighs still
Now i like to fix my mouth
And expel what of my soul
Unlike one's sordid spill