I’m the truth
I’m the truth
Fuck your individualism
I’m the proof
Break out from your cerebellum
Breathe like the gills from a portabella
Animosity leads to antebellum
I ante your anti
The break from being lopsided
No siren
No hiring
Just slimy sublime messages

Everyone’s selling
Needs and messes
Everyone’s telling
Beliefs and Bequeaths
Everyone’s showing
Teases and pleases
Hope you get well soon
The balloon loose drifting to the moon
Ballet dance to your tomb
Because the odds of differences are in the middle like noon
Do the dance of zalongo because the immensity is doom
The nocturnal eclipse on a dune
The personality perpendicularly shifts
Only when you zoom
The maturity rests with your scant bloom
Security tests against the faint blues
The way you rest your smile towards the looneys
Huff and puff away in scrutiny
I’m a comma, loosely
A figment of shape shifting baked biscuits
I’m like the soil when it gets twisted
A skimp pass a hint map with a mint pack
A rehearsed chastity
A blur masking in me
A search through the worth
The nurture when it lurks