sometimes i look into the mirror my own face is missing i don’t know why i do these things i do i guess it’s some attention deficit with my love until it’s far too late try to substantiate my hunger but it’s all just fake i’m really tryna see shit clearer but my face is slipping i’m on my own and it’s so cold but i still gotta get it help me see to it i’m open cause i wanna be great Centripetal in my mind because i wanna escape i keep these forces in motion my energy cannot die but while you b!tching and boasting there’s people dying outside life ain’t peaches and posters and others flys up on the wall it’s real identities, a person behind it all try and keep it friendly and the mighty may fall and i would pray for armageddon but i fear it’s far gone all i got so far..
