Drop everything.
Yes including that,
No I don't know what you mean there's no catch.
I wanna sit here while you drop, while they all drop.
You do nothing and just lay and rot, while I just watch.
To see your mind crumble and fall, under the meaningless meaning of your void black heart.
Well what's that?
What's it doing?
I don't know, the bombs are dropping.
But I can't focus when there's no damn sound, it's coming from everywhere like I can see it.
But it's not there, I can feel your fist pounding on my head right now.
I feel the urgency.
I used to feel the edges but they're all just circles now, rolling emptily, like they actually have a place to be.
There's no appointment because I didn't make the call and there's no store left.
So I can't go there and we can't have a talk now, but hey you got it all now.
You have the million dollar bill and you tried to give it away but they won't take it, 'cause they all realized a day before you did.
That, that all-that all feeling that you have, yea it feels like voidness in your hands.
It's all bleeding and you're decomposing and it's all falling away.
You've never felt so whole all day, I have watched until now that your skull is on display.
It's continued to pound memories into children to remember what is real, that you're still here.
Trying to remember what it is to feel.
And don't you ever take it as a race because it's all to short please take it at your own pace.
Even if it tries to change your tempo, this is your own piece and you will write with your own pen.
