you think i'd leave your side, baby?
 

you know me better than that.
think i'd leave you down when you're down on your knees?
I wouldn't do that

i am holmes in home how does house nurture culture
furture worth and welts of sutures muted in holsters
loosers fused in night books of life fighting looks bosting
kettles hosting urn yearning for mulch in my crack boosted
like a chair electric to the very tone of alone where i rome
chrome smells of wheels zoning zoning districts stinking of moan
do i cope do i cope nope nope hope drips in frozen sockets of grosse
most just dabble i staple the stables and keep the trust in open most
would i do that know that none of a channel of thought as the same
when enter enters my brain my brain in strands of strain to remain
as nothing nothing at all..