Morning guide out of poetry sin
I won’t look into the draw
45 pissed and lonely came
I don’t aim,
what if he faints?
By all means what’s it gonna be
My last or maybe my old friend?
By the components they don’t
They f**ked it up, you see
I’m bandaged down.
Before it came out of a symphony
A song lied kings and doves
Payed sick and turned in right and wrong
You follow this and time endures
While I’m folding they didn’t complain
Ice in the second floor
Final making on a lie
I’m plotting down a space

Go, I’ll make you so de-phrased.
Final making on a song
I’m fading and the companies
Right out the door.
Oh by dawn,
Oh by dawn,
Oh by dawn,
Hate is gone.
Oh by dawn,
Oh by dawn,
You ready to go, you made it
Now pay your soul.
And maybe is that can only count the start
And then gonna pull in a fight.
Go practice the fault.
You ready by dawn, you see,
Informal, but in all.