Fragments;

I see my point but loose it, seems my hope is lucid, hoodies weed music, its my life or an excuse for it---, enjoy it while you can, you know ur soul is up for grabs, control is now implanted as an ad and the goal is cash.

Im next to numb, fuck the present, I didnt get you one.

I wish things to existence, fingerprints still missing but my innocence is glittering with absence, since shit got cancelled.

BUGAR OCH BOCKAR.