Whatever you've seen will grow ten fold

As red turns blue in a bank wall

March forecourt, Wells Fargo

When empathy's culled and settled

It's the comfort of pressing every button

Voluptuous face feeds from my ventilator

Feeds the incentive put you back in your place

Mouth words real quiet like

The cut of your wait told to look when they touch

Grows sticky with age makes for a great screenshot

When you lean it's like a picture

You can be my masseuse I wanna give you range

Be the Vector

That writhes ripe lungs like paint

But your not given a clue

Passing wards

Snuff like the head that you maim

He'll lead you back where you fell from

A pheasant lands on his shotgun

But when it comes to split lungs

Now he's sorry for your loss

I wish you'd eat gun when you hit the curb but you've thrown them on the hangar

Watch how they disappear now wasn't that something?

How plastic furrows with a rework x plugger

It won't be long to post pain put us under

Devenu réalité

Keep to your station!

Before defacing what they were chasing

Renews it's best before on syndication

No more degrading than

Lost in Translation

Men in plain clothes pay your dues

If you find it divisive you know what to do

Go!

When you lean

I can still picture

We can call it a truce or I can paint your face

Be the Vector

That reinstates the blame

But you're not given a clue

So wipe yourself clean

What's done is done

Stitch my lips blue I'll lie dead in the room

Base the new chalkboard

On the wry ripe lungs like paint by numbers

Burst the bubble

What we conceive will warrant decay