just a few words

we're fucked till we fossilize, fucked till we forget fragments, madness to think memories made us wise.

past experience mental turbulence and infected mosquito flies,

destiny with illegitimate names creation and destruction in another form

again.

wrong place wrong time wrong nation

i'm sorry you're the ones to sleep tonight,

but you know,

population

you have no time to interrogate death when she lay her head on your shoulder.

engulfed and enraged in a human compassion cause we are lackin' denied and reputed from the reason of respect to our self. could any resource be bolder. a reason to explode with destiny you say, i'm just another drop getting lost in the cup holder

forgetting all of the unimportant company,

you are the worlds bumblebee, creation in your palms

to some destruction from a distance.

i'm insensitive like hell, to that ego, and amigo i barely exist in my soul anymore,

im attatched to an empty glass ship holder spinning playing a game by my self unfufilled yet kissing the bottle somemore.

i just want to make the flowers grow. but its hard to when i cant bumble off the floor.

i am not wasted or reflecting on my sorrow. but god damn is hard to stay positive when i notice more and more lost tomorrows.

but you know,

population