i'm on orbit, loosing my cells, dares to see the morning sun, ocean lake, do a thing to stop me, teenage kicks sidewalk junk, i can trigger my hand to the remote. we did sleep together that night, almost naked in the same bed but there was no sex by lack of point. partial recall. loosing plot in meditation, spread stars and burn stripes, 21 in 1917, metal designation of targets on acid, palace by the river with the people's republic's princess, i can no longer slide and dispatch pragma messages, like silk milk in trial versions, Cuba is my american dream. They try to reason me but that's my lifestyle, frustrated action overcomes principle, candy dandy. whore are you, 21, that shirt, the tie on the tide, suits labour army waxing papers along the way, i want an overdraft, places are squares, restriction in the making of policies to spend, born sovietic raised under the oppression of the mighty money faschism, i plant stem seeds to the log feeders you are, thankfull for the aborted regrets	FC	addiction is angel, elevator to nowhere, ghost in the mirror, show off, glass caster, leaving fingerprints on the bomb, dark hair victim in the lane, loosing remedies for exposure and surface, reclaiming baby faces on the ocean. who to belong to, justify to strangers, pain travels like a cloud, when you guess that it exists, revenge strikes blind in the crowd, craft defences gesture, likely to use pills, wearing the red flag for shelter, mobile headsets to avoid other raw colours that make me sick. safer than sex, i want the sushi role model, it's never my party, being alone is default. garbage computers hire the wire, betray gambling area while moon shines for free. right bank where i belong, masters ignoring content, emulsion on the run, lingers like orphan cells on a trip to mankind, i was the only one to raise my finger. Wasted without alcohol, feed the federals, the ladder is digital so i'll use the analog stairway. later on the balcony, i saw people kissing and that wasn't me.
this is a substitute for life on the outside, comma dots versus progress ships, airwaves and bootlegs, makes me wanna shag, verbose game on, flushing procedures to cancel the debt, the dating industry corruption, take it personnal, mainstream train knows no limit when it comes to blowing dreams into pieces of miserabilism. monster cluster traces me, powered by stellar winds from the spoon, you can do a thing to stop me, prompt shell to scrarcify emotions trade, i bounce messages in return as a bulk sterilizer, farmer in the city harvesting victims in the dry season of the heart, couldn't stop me if i try i got a picture when in bed staring at the roof that is the ceilling, it's not fortunate but who am i am ever been to judge anything, i don't even own it, protected by a friendly anonymous state, living the empty spirit, that way of life for our nation, we are dummies but that's forward thinking and we're not even sad because that has lost meaning, the world has been under constant erosion and if you dare to call that happyness, then again, simple, i can't stop you from thinking your inner part of a secret truth, enjoy and less.