sleep in a well-lit room, don't let the shadow through and sever all i knew.

then the day that it happened, i recorded this last bit, i look forward to having a lunch with you again.

rebel red carnation grows while i decay.

i am on an island, no one to confide.

the moment is medical, moment is medical.

a defense mechanism mode.

welcome to trench.

i crumble underneath the weight pressures of a new place roll my way.

i'll morph to someone else.

rust around the rim, drink it anyway, i cut my lip.

in city, i feel my spirit is contained like neon inside the glass, they form my brain.

and you know i never look for conflict for the thrill, but if i’m feeling someone stepping towards you, can't describe just what i'm feeling.

if there comes a day people posted up at the end of your driveway they're calling for your head and they're calling for your name.

what they throw at me's too slow.

sahlo folina, sahlo folina.

if you find yourself in a lion's den, i'll jump right in and pull my pin and go with you.

he'll always try to stop me, that nicolas bourbaki.

i've got a pet cheetah down in my basement, i've raised him, and bathed him, and named him jason statham.

the burning is so low it's concerning.

in city, i feel my spirit is contained like neon inside the glass, they form my brain.

danger in the fabric of this thing i made. i probably shouldn't show you, but it's way too late.

it's glowing, embers barely showing. proof of life in the shadows dancing on my plans.

i'm not disrespecting what was left behind just pleading that it does not get glorified, maybe we swap out what it is that we hold so high.

'cause they won't get them. no, they won't get them. they won't get them, but they won't get them.

then the day that it happened, i recorded this last bit, i look forward to having a lunch with you again.

can't stop thinking about if and when i die, for now i see that if and when are truly different cries, for if is purely panic and when is solemn sorrow and one invades today, while the other spies tomorrow.

get behind me, i bet this nepotistic mindset will help us get ours as we're growing.

isn't what i want, blood is on my tongue, i cut my lip.

in time, i will leave the city.

i can feel pressure start to possess my mind so i'll take this beat i should delete to exercise.