fuck all this fake shit its easy its too easy im floating outside to the streets so unguarded and baring my bones to the curled brass and breezes im edging so close to the sweat on her skin the weight of her thinking is palpable edible i feel it sinking in to my body to the depths of my ear where its stupid and wonderful quiet like fear and i feel my head caving in into the warm arms of sin so cut through the crap with your fin and release me through the open doors of your tangible heart fuck all this fake shit just switch off and take it from me from her hands from her green shaking body is rushing straight forward as shes riding in on the free forming missile of sugar and peanuts historys bliss to me every piece of this bygone belief is the syrup im breathing in midwife collisions fainting in alleys with pending decisions so lovely and simple to me i feel my head caving in into the warm arms of sin cut through the crap with your fin and release me through the open doors of your tangible heart silently dropping the pin peacefully sleeping in bins braiding the hair of your kin will release me through the open doors of your tangible heart