lines intersecting time Don't expect it all to be highlights Remember when promises were revoked Somewhere, approved without him Someday this ends Displays of a shape blurred
dim; blurred like the mist from a dream Demons move through it's shapes Night breeds sin; setting the heavens aflame Fires reign over earth Stars shine
Is it a Belly of Muscles I see shaping underneath that turtleneck? I never ever dreamt having the rusty trunk of a car against my Backside... That's poison