Cut off a couch made for luxury
Doubt that the stars claimed her eyes
Scratch off
Eyelids
A snapshot if philosophy could find it out
A madman with the experience in anatomy
Grip the gladstine bags
Shout out ontop of lawyers names
These shoulders dance with organs
And they dance it well.

Now im alone in a dream of fiction
Translating beauty into art
Seeking fashion from a play
Tripping over the tongue....
The image of a murder done in blank verse
A silent black phone lays upon a lonely bed
A glass of water where your lips once were
Repetative beating
Running the heart idol.

The phones are dying
Love runs through an endless cord
I will discourse the most
Elequent music, yeah
Heart with strings of steal
Such an act that blurs the grace of modesty my tongue is noise
My tongue is noise
Seperate this from this
"in weakest bodies
Strongest works"