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