Feb 16, 2020 22:37
forced into the churn
we will make milk of you yet
squeeze me out make me cream
oh yeah pull and push that stick
making butter fictitious love interests
The Gaul in me to sink predeterminatly
to focus on the feeling that feels right
selfless ones self a composited projection
will we rise to the aquistion
so many rules to this game
dairy maid dairy made
im falling apart and screaming out
the best i can
as every song plays i stare
but inside i dance
the vision between the waters seal
you see the frantic and graceful duck in me
theres nothing left but to churn