blimp blimp

blimp blimp

staring at a blank page but there is a pulse

with other gods there is a sense of false

what fate has for us in store

strip your crowded thoughts and do your chores

my god is paper

bygones are favored

swords are drawn

i masked my flaws

i masked my morals

complicated the simple

to simplify the sinful

to single out the signal

fearful of the symbol

little cripple twinkle