we could legalise our heads darling we could advertise the piecemeal of our chests we could recognise our debt just to overstep the costume of our sound there s a course that crowns the able intent any calling and we see how we fare things started breeding when we swerved off the page the final hour of the juvie malaise was destined to sassy violence watch her slink with her groan oh pity that she cheated we wasted all this time we learn our idols in their homes we watch the eyes as they smile at themselves we tried to understand their smells hoah cuffer solved it only after we get some names there s a course that crowns the able intent any calling and we see how we fare things fell to pieces with the space of it all for all the reasons i can barely recall but have to refuel the wreckage stuck in questioning code dear god i tried to fix it it s cut off diamonds down and then left to freeze in the cold how did we get so dreadful weak how do we not make a sound we scattered neatly into routine from all the practise i can barely repeat i watched it the final moments of a mutinous dream face down in carnal treason we wasted so much time