Ora

May we lay seeing the flex,

Star lit visuals kept up like light miracles long past ended yet some how remembering my physical breath,

Lyrics spoken and sung from the lungs of a Man hoping for none and choking nuns out of air without Love there,

I know I suppose I should show them my flowing thought speed and visual imagery adorned,

So personal,

So prism,

So all,

Sunk into the depths of all an ocean only to hit the bottom breaking through into a problem falling from skies,

Hitting the ground so planned and mastered,

KA BLAM!

Body parts blowing apart disastrous,

Figure you knowing my heart as an artist, hearing me out now to show energy Heartist,

Call me the Principal Martian, now please do beg for a fuck and pardon,

Tuck a carton under my foot, crack a bottle,

It has started,

Sit while I'm laughing at the fear that feels exciting,

Spat a mic into your life king, so my eyes could hear you out,

Appeal now to the silence of crowds,

Float around and remake the town from the sound of the Sun

Luh day day dahhhhh tehhhh tah Bak toe