the paddle is broken the punishment is served in full...
now that we’re one now softly whispers saving grace 6:19...
fountains and flourscent lights when season has come the snowbirds...
I am the water I am waves crashing on to...
you’d trade our starving eyes for a tar and feathered...
false pretense a lack of resonance a derisive sentiment and...
the moon is down and heaven is waiting for us...
if you insist on pictures of shorelines then i insist...
oh my god I’ve been waiting for you all of...
your hands didn't move well neither did mine New Years...