You can sever ties until you're dry
Rip your tracker out blend out of sight
You can ever slightly fade away away away
But they will find a way.
Draw a map of all your lies and wives
That's the net they will use to throw over your eyes
They will bend your ethos out of shape shape shape
But you will find a way.
You're one in a mill'.
Fishing lines crystallize
Born of most crumbling guts
Bones, arms, destined for dust.
Paradigms lacing lines and drafting out the frolic you've seized.
Sedating highest highs and lowest lows, erase, mark deceased.
Headlines paint you a leader, though you trailed me entirely here.
The lever never was the better setter back when grit
and wit would push the cushion out from fishing for a bite.
Sign out myself now
Narrow + Grow
