gimec
I ran up to the wall--two minutes left, I see pipes, levers, more wall, shit, shit, shit, okay, that one's low hanging. Get up to it, swing around, there goes my hope.
Can you extrapolate the essence of someone into a suit? A man in an office, high up, overlooking buildings and others lesser. Can't you see it on him?
Rock it, way-out kid!
What's your configuration, scum-toe? What's the inspiration? What's your heart ticking?
She couldn't see further than her own burden.
You could bat your lashes ten thousand times, my friend
But you'd still remain just that.
there was nothing beneath her eyes
they could see but
they could keep nothing, save nothing
not even you
Roller high, aces low, ain't got a soul left living in the damn place
Where's your dealer now?
CHAINED
I have never moved
without weight
where is the end
so hurtfully promised?