Movement of lips
to where I will not know
that's where naked truth is lying
dead
it's not that morbid after all
that might be
you
spinning before me like a milion deserts
and one sun
to hold on to
I guess I won't
lack of my chest
lack of my treasures
the one who is still alive
and I still don't know
I hope you won't die
under a hinch of orange juice
maybe not the sun
But I will not aim you to the moon
my fears wrapped in dough
they will not allow
go on with it
long lost passion in the mainstream
The mental square
I believe it's not too tight
But don't make it
I will make you.