[2tripple0]

I'm resting now no tea and biscuit I'm mixing in tricks
I'm giving into my fortune stowing his vision with his physics
I'm trying to be abnormul something to be pried on
And when they flash that iron let live and be bygones
Um sick of the hell that is moving past me a m not happy with it
Um this speed wouldn't explain its demographic
Inebreates stay close by settling on rough waters
Anything left on that roach I said beyond himself auther
Said that's a funny story your writing
I was too over welcome to the ideas of dying
I try to say more she said there's plenty more
I'm like jimmorrison but this ain't about the exhibit nothingwas poor