Compliance

Belief wears a coat of punches in the morning

Beginning the day with unconscious revery

Or it's conscious, it's conscious, it's conscious

Notice if this is a gift or just a number for collection

Rheumatic boulder could your sheets still roll?

It went to a reunion

With its pillows brought from home

The bombardment of games is

Making us simper

The ingredients of castles a

Runaway mother

Come on memory! Your span

Holds movies, like novels

Like paintings, where did you go? Salvo of pleasure is

Languor in my fists, on my throne

The quiet of free and yet antithesizing

Plural guitars of war that we don't know

It's the loudness, the loudness, the loudness

Sufferer's breast and the dryness of climactic milk

Rheumatic boulder could your sheets still roll?

It went to a reunion

With its pillows brought from home

The bombardment of games is making us simper

The ingredients of castles a runaway mother