i was never lonely when i walked alone i prefer the fall of my own bones and mine alone i died alone in my past i learned from that the earth is flat the dirt is black the dirt is that from which the seed from birth is backed against the fence and left to grow then turn us back to seed old king gotta turn his back to see young me with a burden backed away flower petal wrapped in a certain pattern with a mask on moving through a world of masquerade fresh fruit all a serpent had to say whole species is hurting sad to say treehouse is all the home the castle ain t deep down before looks perfect as of late 