I dont speak on terms like that anymore..
Like the memory thats lost from all that abuse, just a fragment, broken into piecies like glass too small to construct back to the original state.
Fuck too much of feeling the same thing, unless what I'm feelin overcomes and outlasts its predecessor.
Never happens so the moment is sick, sick to touch causin knots and tempetures too much to handle for any individual.
I welcome, arms open with cracked and crooked smiles such a sickness that tells me of a time I once had.
Like a whisper, always glad to hear from your lover, that infects the thought process and misuses the mind.
Consumed, I'm augumentated with faith from my original state, so I'm ready to remember how the peices didnt fit.
Together, me and this state are team members..
So create is what we'll do and we'll stick together cuz together were glue.
Original
(subliminal)
Back to how it used to be, Fuck the people around you and the person in front of me.
Malignant, Deaf to all ears what the real initiative is..
Now I control you
In this new form thats oldshool and it's bliss.