Timeline shift the glow slow, amend the dojo

The unseen skyline gives the ghost glow

Zip for slo-mo

The young dream nap mess dipped and go paint

As if they won't stay in a blank page, comrade

The boy, the ghost train, subtracts the close chain

The man's rage won't stay cage forever

Stay painful pleasure, the hypnosis may change love to fear or worse for bell

You may own this and never owner stretch of the land

Outstretching your hand and getting no change

All about protecting the firm from the depths of the sand

We stay close range, stranded in the heart of the Sea

Shining the lap, the lonely horse club

Anger in the arms of the pity puff passing the pain

Gripping the Parse bar, bankers with their palms on the sea

Eyes in the tower milk, and the cash cow builders of a fantasy world

Tower some power watching it crash down, way out

Further than the edge, perching on the ledge

Just working on the sketch fade out, searching for the meds

Nurses for the heads, just working on the stress, small ripples

Turn into waves, we ride them out until the shores crash drifting

Won't trickle down to my page, I'm hiding out with a draw stash, twisting