Fuck… Let’s make moves, yeah?

I will never attempt to write during daylight
Hooks lament work if intended to be sharp nay right
After the convulsion
Rhyme scheme inspired by parasite brain pulsing
Or would it be a drafted flow of events?
As in the adapted messenger jerks then spins
The knife across the sanskrit
Especially the way I-
(Shit!)
[This is the moment where Max stops time for the first] (Time, that is)
That seems… rather unrelated
Definition of handard time seems semi-slated
As in serpent sanctioned
Where ink meets blood, same glue for the taking
By an absolute lack of gravity, I see the moon at peace
Centered in the congealed reflection, I am the only one that can sing
(And one capital “O” significant other)
By the Pocket watch score, the offer has an obvious swing
To think I would throw my crown just to boomerang spawn trees
The faulty stick box clinks and hisses
Disregarding the prior dust covers‘ commission
At least the socket is childproofed
As in loose pens don’t bend the tin roof
Not to mention sketch lines bleeding through
Meta-literal veins
(That was my favorite scene)
Go with the show
Until the grain makes your own cape be held in place
Disregard the spikes
I prefer entitles that preserve the intention
Let alone the ink ribbon holding up the pike
An appeal to invention
As an imprint once found a lega-screen
a termite a splinter
Quit quit quit, she’s a quitter
, I am that scream
(Your ears perked up)
But there can be no travel without pressure
That’s why my lungs are full
My blood absorbs
And I separated you
The opposite of space
The difference between a line and a cord
Relies on a cover to nestle
Without a face
Disregard the address
I will contextualize my own mess
(But it could have been, well no)
Writing is a form of communication
My creation refuses
4 charges is all I made
Yet a reflection allows to be neglected
Contradictions source motifs
And rising always leads to ground
This is where I am allowed

There’s always more to be found when the wind is blowing
But I keep seeing these things out of the corner of my eye

So it’s not my fault for following fragments of a future
That are applied to scattered definitions for a new return
The trash that washes up on shore is what the truth learns
But can never work up to strike
A doorknob mashed into wet paint, never alike
Yet this reference book is... calming
Like the last breath to a sacrifice, the highlight remains embalming
And there’s all this space to fill with beginnings
The intern is pissed when a scratch is the ending
And Today I learned that glass is made of nothing but points
Direct contact assumes communication isn’t in check-joint
But that’s the win provision
I rely on relaying rallies of rain emissions
As in the nature of construction during position
It is all about time
The escaping river
And what the water doesn’t bypass will recoil rather than splinter
And I never even mentioned running out
I prefer to think of it as a new rejection of doubt
With each flight just proving the crack can be loud
And I can’t remember the last time I went down...
Let alone fall after pushing off
It’s the only way to bastion a chrono-light when the arrow is off
Differ just to break the loop
Scales serve as protection from unconceivable youth
The land of the Gnomon
Of course the block grows when home can no longer be imagined
And I don’t know why I’m so confident in that quandary
The neat release of an interval
An Isochronic fantasy to what’s considered pivotal
Well I say it’s contorted
Yet through a period I am absolute in what’s distorted
What’s proper is never considered sorted
What’s a present if not it’s proportion?
With relative, leave
To grieve is in line with concession compression stasis’s
If death is the answer then who cares what the question is?

(Why do I want to?)

(I shouldn't have to justify what I process, I shouldn't have anything to do, I’m not even a person, am I? I’m just a problem with your purpose)

Gold’s alone
Thriving on a cling
You’d think after moving the definition of falling would be the clear thing
Well that’s about as self-mentored as comparison
By that I mean “that” is the solution to a setting’s arrogance
There is no brushed sing in terms of annotated experiments
I think I've finally realised the difference between transposed and inter-rangable parts
It all became so near when I wrote me off as my own heart
And I’d be how well that went
These references are finally catching what the truth spent
Well exits are always separated from where the lark split
We scatter to spread difference, but did the meaning really worth it?
How can a delay add to why sleep is so important?
The benefit of over split chrondensation
As in the natural way to repeat things to auto re-mation
Later, you awed plan of a motor
Where there’s a will, there’s a wheel to escape the credit holder
This is re-guarding of a knot town with a span getting colder
It’s fucking important
Just an opposite of self-wined profit
Survival is when you design the tick for the boxes
So when =- So there should be more than one
And that’s when the chain taught it’s own strength is fun
Or at leased the absence gives a clear “done”
And where it =- And against all thoughts, a string dials the key to size
All these connections are just friction surmised
With the twist’s appeal being that it doesn’t bruise
Since they were the same metal, breaking tolds the result of what they choose
And it’s coarse =- Speaking out to the post scoring of an often seen membrane
And not what arbor I display
But lever upon spots the escape can par-make
Then I met =- have i mentioned blue screws yet?
What chapter am i on?
Where refract-adly did you lie?
=-(You know I’m actually glad to see you!)
=-And I really really tried
But Bruno was the one who died
And is it really surmised
That someone mistook his eyes
For translators
=- If that’s the case, then what is the hunter chasing?
I know that halves never shut the hairspring of experience
=- Through phasing is what moved the creator
=- To a mono-wrote, loss-ridden place
== I didn’t freeze, I am frozen in space

(This mirror keeps me alive, but it’s driving to make me
And I need to save me, but who’s going to save me?
Please forgive me for whatever I see
When I don’t remember me) *in reverse*

There goes the dream again.

(Max!)

(The rap is scattered)

A rough diamond is found out to be clear

I always die at the end of my dreams
I think it’s the way I can leave

This story is ending, but the story never ends
The story is ending, but this story never ends
This story is ending, but the story never ends
The story is ending, but this story never
ends