Proletarieterette

It’s negative feedback involving those doors
I can’t understand to see my own that’s so bad
If this isn’t me the words couldn’t be
So what if it came in no clear
And act like one of them I just want to look to the sun
Spoil on the sky and I can conquer any
I could burn it to pieces something much greater than me
Staring so I don’t see again
What counts the truth you get it counts as death
There’s a boy in the body yeah a woman in your head
Constant fires straight wanting desires
Yeah it’s the mission adds a condition
All I want to do is advocate
With this negative feedback please close the door
It’s the rope on the noose as the toke of the rest
I didn’t get it the sky isn’t night climbing higher and higher
So when night gets done I still look for the sun
I know everything is gone like we could be
Can I hear himself free you just take what you need to make it Easier