Empty shadows falling there's no reason to the calling we are spreading all the muse across today
sentinel is calling but my rightful pain is falling there’s no vanish to the point of no return
It's like a (days) of (?)... Seems like a fraction of the feel ...
If I fornicate in moonlight there's no reason to get mad I might copulate in sunlight I might have to stay outside if there’s any way for me to find the answer to the call? what you’re gonna do in your last night on earth?