lost in thoughts quickly coming to an end nothing left nothing to give up waiting for riches so i could spend it on shit that I don't like or even need reright the music off beat out of tune the ramblings of some crazy white dude in the storm only making things worse if arranged with the right beet music fueled insanity the sole purpose of expression throughout life so many lessons awlfu things all the indiscretions testing reletivity of me conscious of nothing successful as to not be progressin making a clear path of just forgetting tie loose ends properly timed accidental suicidal suggestion theres demon crawlling up out of hell very well sacraficial nomanee its time get on your knees exposed if we move we risk loosing ourselfs its inconsidetate assholes who tend to piss me off job well done now im being asked to spread em and cough wearing a orange jumpsuit im told its time to lockdown but dont worry ill see you around so many thoughts to get lost and never found here we go again another trip to the pen when does it ever end it turns out im the latest trend within making it bigger then id ever been or even dreamed so many following me the world changes to the sound of the beet all the shows and meet n greets