I was lost but your fool

Was a long visit wrong?

Say you are the only

So many foreign worlds
So relatively ****ed
So ready for us
So ready for us,

I was eased by your blouse

Spit out by your mouth

I was loud by your lowered
Seminary soul

Tear on tail on
Take all on the wind on

The soft bloody nose

Sign another floor

The so many territories
Ready to reform
Don't let it form us
Don't let it form us
The creature fear

So did he foil his own?
Is he ready to reform?
So many torahs
So many for us
the creature fear