Neros Intention

come on party were beautiful

one more taste have to melt and frame hold on Picasso

uplift fusion with massive palms

passion immobile is not the solution

let them concur and dig out their own holes

a steady win.. process for evolution craters

sour, the burning saint in ember

let her glow ignored while she was complete

there is so many days and i still have my dreams

youre standing still in the shadows

id call it lost you save face

but its passion and its burning my heart out

scarred now if i die with no soul may i be set in glory

though you may not agree youre calling beckoning

so cute seduce me

a massachusetts wonder your soul devoured

youre calling this out, though wrapped in denial

i see the finale

cannot replace whats programmed but it can combust

take this body burn this soul

collapse these dirty lungs

slow down the effects of no hope

so call it, you wanted to be inspired? solved...

this is only existence as we have made it a reaming hole

and i cannot see

push my kaleidoscope a little farther

i want too see the sun crash

longing to stand at the vernanda and lunge

ive see every shore spat in their mouths

counted the faces i long to burn out

every presence knowing i did right... did so well every intention to burn out this city

for all.... i long...