Like a grey eyeball filter for comfort nothing unstable, too prone to contort, in a throne plastic, rivets and solder everything gettin' older Biophysical acid to hold you dripping pure you're still hoping to pull through, saddened mother a counterfelt shoulder everything gettin' older.
Sleeping suffering never should I betray you weeping wondering never could I dismay you
Come for my shoulder come for ... See moreme colder...Come for, I told her, Everything gettin' older.
Is a throne mechanism for envy Hatred, spite,jealous prison you send me, Broken frame,maybe I need a shoulder... Maybe I'm gettin' older