show it to me
show it to me. you dead car. show it to me you smiling scar.
hidden isnt supposed to socialize so go lift your eyes
apologize.
the old magician reaks with creaks of winter and dust.
you soft spoken word off my plane flown lips you fold yourself
to our visions transition.
slinkies being pushed down old wooden stairs. every metal pile a splinter of cries wither beneathe the carpet. forever it goes. sticky diseased deceased hands chase after it.
hidden isnt supposed to socialize so go lift your eyes
apologize.
the old magician reaks with creaks of winter and dust.
you soft spoken word off my plane flown lips you fold yourself
to our visions transition.
slinkies being pushed down old wooden stairs. every metal pile a splinter of cries wither beneathe the carpet. forever it goes. sticky diseased deceased hands chase after it.