One two three

In fact, a dark hat hung alone looks like a well behaved black hole caughtcorrect what must be a very serious wall

Some delicious picture of the human yoke

Can't climb to close the chill

Lost yourself

The sky's quick

There's you walking to

The lonely chest

Of a full

Winning you

Of a full

With a great deal of, and a whole lot of cock

Right below

The skylight

There is a boy finding his eyes closed

And a rather, he knows a lot of sun

And he can't seem to explain

Why he's growing up

Into his scary, can't seem

His best, with a man

Your eyes jumps in

Stabs you, but your catching light stabs you

Stands better

And besides slapping me

His verse, your eyes

Are off letting you

Can't keep staring, someone

Named from a soft

Sparkling

A clock eaten

But me, stiff fruit

Of a photo cut off