like as if they'll let her go for free
i seem to have made a huge mess
when will we have a screen rebellion ?
Greenland is on fire
n we're breathing out all this heat
these ugly thoughts
look so insane
n all this stuff
like sticky goo
another nail in the coffin
dragging her in there
playing with her dolls
wriggle out of it
married to the muse
it matters as much
as a little puff of cookies
on the helm's voyage
long as the organ's creepy
i don't know what I'm doing
or where I'm going
im addicted to it
and as such lacking in moral fibre
lacking in loyalty
and that's not what i was apologising for !
Mozart will never sound like that again
he was very very real
in ways i couldn't entirely fathom
n a part of me is still there
this is like chimpanzees
foraging in the wild
so whats more important
the place where you jumped off
or the place where you landed
doing the dirty work
I'm of bad character
i guess i have split personalities going on
reptilians ?
Dev wouldn't say that
n it was all pain
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