What if humanity likes to be doomed?
It’s a different story when you don’t know where I come from.
We are all examples of generic ideology.
What if I am the government machine made to spy?
You’re an ancient gift.
As fine as wine until the heart goes dry.
Feel me breathing beneath your breast.
Live as that innocent element I’ve always known.
My intuition isolates my passion.
It’s time to say goodbye to me, and say hello to me.
Don’t say you love me, and don’t say you don’t.
It’s not too late to do what you’re meant to do.
Haunted by a beautiful thing.
Like a minor snorting coke lines.
Insincerity unaware of itself.
A heart of need in need of heart.
Darkness shines in a form of light and fools us all.
When your thought falls asleep glooming it wakes up just the same.
There is no rhythm to life.