trouble is restless this shall be my death stucked into the floor ranges much more we opening the floor they are triangular trying to be the best you piece the rest restless so restless somewhere around we are always trying and you were always ok confused and every time opening their eyes they cant embrace my heart my ambiance of recipes am i allowed these my strawberry i always come to the forest i catch my own hell cups i was held brainless and now i always try i was just not in cuffs i disappear in the forest then on to my hands and crawl down by the navy hall restless some but i always try right outside my belt my records only show my bear skin jeans i rather see me bowels in peace