That's about the point
I started to stop
I wanna make beautiful art
Come from my brain
But it gets stuck
I wanna be a promise
Or something to resolve

I wanna be a problem
Can't you see it in my eyes?
I'm a thousand miles away
And I am still not satisfied
If I find my way back home to you
Will things still be alright?
I'll put my money on it all

That's about the point
I started to stop (I started to stop)
I wanna make beautiful art
Come from my brain
But it gets stuck
I wanna be a promise
Or someone to resolve

I wanna be a problem
Can't you see it in my eyes?
I'm a thousand miles away
And I am still not satisfied
If I find my way back home to you
Will things still be alright?
I put my money on it all
I put my money on it all

Decoupled language
Fragments of patience
Behind closed doors
Your sickness is getting worse

Meadowlark

Problem Apple

@666hardcoreband
@webcage

flipzone ceo

Business contact: dynasticmgmt%gmail.com

my older likes are fucked up never trust a music transfer app

I really hate the guts of the person who made this song. I better not meet them face to face or I will do something that I may regret. I would risk life in prison if it meant saying my mind about the person who made this song, and maybe speaking with my fists.

Chip bashing a computer until it makes a sound that scratches its brain just right