ice

some much jewelry on look like a ice box, make yhe wrong move put to you to rest, in my jewelry box, Flowing through on autopilot, stay high like kite keep the pockets tight,As i stand in the middle bright as traffic cone, No mind no soul, everything splatterd on my wall.. To much pain n sorrow, not knowing if i want see tomorrow, as the pain will remain inside your vains, not mention no names, as they bring flames to my eyes, with their crys, slowly their voice dyes, as your body layes to reast the soul busrt out your chest. Chest to chest do you feel me, my voice ringing in many ears arcross the hemisphere. Always conquer your fear becuase you time is near.