I have heard the wall and worried of the gospel
Ferry faust it crossed a void
I have married broken spoke charging smoke wheels
Spit and swallowed opioids
I am the driver at the wheel of the order
Marching circles at the gate
My eyes have seen the fury
So flattered by fate
Tonight I'd rather count the warm fuse ?
Subtract the silence of myself
I would rather choose a million mind of mystery
Be just the rigor for my health
I wonder why strange rhymes overpower me
Toss the chimneys in the sea
I believe I've seen the finger
To hide extremity
Please come closer to the feather smooth lens fry
Sadness is my luxury