Ostrich Feathers And Apple Pie — Lye by Mistake

a horrible mistake or maybe i knew what you were thirsting now search for life parched wasted wanting thirst forever to relay a dismaying fact is here

call it what it is just a fantasy injected to what seems fit lay backside shuffling leaves fraud the leaves are not there the ground is the quicksand burns to know still unnoticed if rectally acquainted and set ablaze

what can i expect? run wild be set free ignorance reams minds of the clumsy

no textures silhouettes inquiring minds love to know still were longing to plug in this enlightenment

down to forward a motion to quit theres nothing intact with a whole skin pillars are closing in and the life that betrayed you eclipses the fool