cross the line to sympathize hollywoodish smile and burned the bridge for sin of our existential style now all your friends are jewelry and their locked inside your box i swore i'd burn your promised land, now it's time for you to watch
to be praised for my plastic lack of inspiration i get that this is heinous to burn up on re-entry and call the state a traitor but i guess that's only half the accusation, in hindsight i was lost and didn't have a map to recreate it the "home" you said you came with
