Doom

Soft line, fade this shortening braid of poor wound fates Hold young face it blurs and sways, still never age Violent screen, petty, demur, as it rolled through the morning, all eyes feather downward Anxious, weaned, off of the box, just said it's not your thing, all minds slurring inward Word has settled away from need Cardboard meal, beautiful face, and stocks on a good deal, all rise spiral end thing Orange walled thrills, you know that we're safe, no need for the warnings, a line slowly bending All I wish I could track a way it feels I said I never wished I could track a way it feels I said I never wished I could track a way it feels Ware tree, accede to your sport, and head of a pure green, alive crown of some creed Rolled free, lower the neck, and swing to the flooring, all eyes feather outward Culled back thin, it feels like it tastes, the big mistake, said I saw that outline, cut that line, and baby banned thoughts get you high some nights, you're live Alive It's funny how I need you, damn It's funny how I need you, damn It's perfect when I leave you, damn It's perfect when I leave you, damn It's funny how I need you damn It's perfect when I leave you They'll find me in that lake soon Few minutes and then born new