21 mutha fucker 21... fuck a bar count...scheming! Landmarks upon the distant horizon evaporates darkness from the skies rain over me to saturate the facts of hate that blasts my everlasting faith into dimensions way under my subconsciousness so subtle yet so blessed it haunts my stress rests confessed is history the dichotomy inflicts with me it sickens me to see myself upon this pedestal shelf shedding my breath that's embedding in death better be dead then spitting these letters instead but I fell and that was in love, head over heels rolling with a high boiling point, a kettle on wheels settle with steel, steal the metal from the real reeling the back peddling feelings back here again attached to a friend but we got lost in the end so nowadays when we meet it's like we pretend attraction is sweet, but it's nicer to a dull beat it's love in my body from the skull to the feet so let's not get hyper and ventilate these sentences I'm senseless yes, but clenching my fist in penmanship send that ship and whip me sick till I trip sick with this shit, blizz spitting bricks for you kids await more...