Late
Washing through the crowds
Each and every sound
Each and every, say
Hate
Runs through the crowds
Wash and paves the waves
Creeps through the towels
The way,
Lust threw her scowl
Lost through the voids
Sings song for bread
The bae's and the birds are praying
Bring some more to swim
Excuse my... tongue
Please excuse my articulation for...
I cannot speak
