Modus Operandi


The first stroke of genius was the start of fixing up,
A premature masterpiece seen only in the mind's eye
But Judging between us who's the fairest of them all?
Distorted and compromised, facing the walls

It's been so long since I could say that I have a place that I call home
Suddenly the seasons change My destinations still unknown
No method can apply to me
No system can decide the ending without me

And there goes another, watch them as they come and go,
Distorted and making sure that they always fall in
And will I recover? Good poison is not the cure although, love is the synonym
Ready to go?

It's been so long since I could say that I have a place that I call home
Suddenly the seasons change My destinations still unknown
No method can apply to me
No system can decide the ending without me

It's been so long since I could say that I have a place that I call home
Suddenly the seasons change My destinations still unknown
No method can apply to me
No system can decide the ending without me







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