I visit I come in the form of friend.
I'm sure tomorrow will blacken.
In the past that I used to swim
Procrastinate on all you can…
This is the hard part bar the confusion.
I genocide the parasites.
This is the hurt that acquaintance brings.
Not forgotten yet not preserved.
Hell is the hello prone to a goodbye.
This is not forgotten I bleed for feud again
I'm torn for nothing I need a cure for shit
Another proto-type of things we should've
Seen. The temptings of the opposite.