I visit I come in the form of friend.

I'm sure tomorrow will blacken.

In the past that I used to swim

procrastinate on all you can...

This is the hard part bar the confusion.

I genocide the parasites.

This is the hurt that acquaintance brings.

Not forgotten yet not preserved.

Hell is the hello prone to a goodbye.

This is not forgotten I bleed for feud again

I'm torn for nothing I need a cure for shit

another proto-type of things we should've

seen. The temptings of the opposite.