We're so fuckin misleading cause no-one told us how to act.
and we're obliged to rest or else die.
but i'm not obliged to have faith in no satisfaction
with you i have nothing
but i wish i had something, something i could talk & feel it's becoming me.
growing and rising upon my mind. organs fit for nothing.
i want you to hear what's mine
make what's down ours.
pretty come pretty go, with a kiss or something slow.
it's been too long,
time makes its appearance.
it's been too long
since i last thought there can be no return.
just don't deny. when you deny i feel like i'm wrong.
let's let's let's