thank you man save the kids from the ignorance we save them from the ignorance we save them from the indolence and from the innocence and from the penetrating benefits and from all of the skeptic mystisism and all of the neglected wisdom and the eclectic visions that wreck incisions the prosphetic limbs bend into the wrong space why dont you transcend let the wind hit skin and then only then will you be able to eat will you be able to feel your fucking teeth when the flavourless meats ripped i can t feel my feet i cant feel my balance i cant fill my void i cant build this palace my teeth are so weak they grind to eachover my peoples are blind my brothers and mothers i hold it i controlled it i first revoked it but now that ive got a little bit older i know that its too hot to hold so i have to hope it one day will cool down wipe it with soap and scope without from a mile away out of town and then i took the chance and grabbed it anyway without the pot hold us yes now that im holdings gold fist dont know where my skin is going to grow back all i see is motherfucking bones what who is gong to control that sticks sticks sticks and stones they won t ever break my bones they won t ever hang me from my own eternal mistletoe they won t ever put me on the little individuals kind of a little invisible when youre swimming in a little tiny principle they cant even see anymore its pain  thank you i do this i cant see but im so sorry so unproportionate constant buzzing always going on is never silent