Guilt shamed and honner to confuse
our strong vibrations.
Inside its all wrong Little speak and listen up,
to hide discover the past in a strange way.
Always live in a tiny Little bubble.
To cross our borders.
Always behind and embarrasing.
Perhaps in an other lifw it would be kind.
Afraid of the historie it began
just Before my Life again.
To Always be the psycho. The Hitchock Psy.....
Live in trouble to see some action light.
Always embarras to tease.
Live easy with fear going on just to pay the agenda
of carpe diem.
Delight my self with possesed shamefull feelings.
To taste the forbidden is to move on.
In a different trail.
Just take the feedback play responseble
and leave. With the toung out and tail up.
With an apple inside mouth.
Just play the dishonner.
Again to proof our wounerbuility.
Just a simple screenshot of the past.
To the better or Words there are not any answer.
Thats ocult. To be the victim of the passive
sceintist father.
Localise the wounerbuilty and shoot in
face and stomache. Then delight in falseness
of the wounerbuility soul. Play agianst
face to excite.
And then ridicoulus framemly
discreased feeling.
Be the front figure of the past with no soul.
Look up in the basement with hided Eyes.
Pretend living easy with past brainwashed mind
fouls. Just look at the monster and
throw a comment to the yesterday motion
person. And feel his guilt with whas
once opund a time and then see the wreck
look in his disgreased brainwashed
Eyes and look funny to the miracle
voice kind of man.
Looking easy but trying to hide the responsebulity of
showing up with deny of what was opund a time.
The batman that failed. The supersoccer
that exploded into siccnes of brain.
The past. Front figure now changed.
He Always folks look up to had turned to a
nasty mans figure of disgrease.
His Eyes dont make sense.
And he is shamefull.
His id has exploded and lost his
figure to the path. Sand only can tell.
He is embareesed to the ground and can not
build up a truth sense path. His Eyes is ridiculous and
has not got what he once opund
a time had. There fore you must look funny to him.
To build up that intense shame.
Of being changed of others gratefull Powers.
Just pay the price of..
