Mindnumbflesh waiting on homecell and lost loves found 
dealin with scabs and no one ever lives signin papers and 
bells are fillin the sky with the schemes from the 
temperature rises and bats say wondering claps of dying 
basalt origins touching waving corner of the eyes blind 
star legions hiding in cauldrons loving girls. no. no 
man, play number 11, play that number 11.... yeeeah.haha. 
the scanners are turned off and i got thirty or forty 
more minutes. relationships in real life are SO hard to 
handle with friendly friends touching breathing my way 
sultering on my wavelength. is my phone ringing? old gods 
dying under shades of anti-gravity we come from the 
water, we came from the air. pray for good tidings was a 
thought that kept repeating, but no one could ever find 
out said they, when will we wake up, and swim into the 
sounds? swim into the sounds x5