taylorpod

Preacher with his hypothesis is when we die that’s when we’ll see without our eyes hypnotised by an artificial light. War in my head, confused by what was said. and what we need to plant a seed my skin to shed will linger stench when burning red my bodies cleansed he feeds on what she bleeds. War in my head, confused by what was said. Why him? was this world an experiment? why him and I think he’d make a difference. If we could see than we’d believe behind thou eyes we’re hypnotized behind ou...

Preacher with his hypothesis is when we die that’s when we’ll see without our eyes hypnotised by an artificial light. War in my head, confused by what was said. and what we need to plant a seed my skin to shed will linger stench when burning red my bodies cleansed he feeds on what she bleeds. War in my head, confused by what was said. Why him? was this world an experiment? why him and I think he’d make a difference. If we could see than we’d believe behind thou eyes we’re hypnotized behind our eyes. And now I clean from toe to head hypocrisy when I lay in where I’ll be fed where she once bled our defecated bed. War in my head. Confused by what was said. War in my head. Apocalyptic kid. And now I live with what I built a broken crib that cradles guilt from acting out on a playground they said had come from sin. Why him? his speech did not kill sin. Why him? reminds me of an end. He feeds on what she bleeds from their defecated bed is a metaphor. It is 2 people who meet during a drug indulgent period of their lives and they have a kid. And he uses this kid as a reason to live