mind lost i aye,
2025-11-09
i have time and love timeless love timid soul with a fractured mind
fixed the body to fix the mind i'd like some wine
dine with people i adore and play in the sun
slithering snake meets flames
what'd you expect?
what anticipations you sympathized with the broken cello in the orchestra,
boots strapped 'Dominika' with your fellow fellows
across the street somebody yell 'Oh'
my mind finds its way home the way i lose myself
with no effort
mind's gone i'm here
bygones are by law required to feel
everything i do is fucking same fuck how you feel
great dane is a danish king fuck the way you sing this is how i feel
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