i never said i had the master key, just a pad to jot the clues to the mystery. if you should so happen to follow me i'll return the favor in an abundant supply of love , so sign your name on the dotted line, then kiss the dove.
the musical inclination of this deadly sensation has my mind on a the prowl to make a proclamation, that one day we will rise as a nation. So cease the day in exclamation! participation, is the only explanation for the this dull exploration.
a play on words a play for the birds, a play for the sense, while teetering on fences, making decisions, my blowing you kisses, 1 shot left 2 misses, in the dark, left them at the park so venture too far. bye bye birdie is the song in my head, left for dead in the city by the sea, incompatible to me we be, so free if you just let it be. so. what do you... say
a one track mind left on repeat, left to defeat the misery of the luster of luxury
a one track mind left on repeat, left to engage in a battle to uncover the symphony
a one track mind left on repeat, left to suffer the injustice of this so called American Dream
one track left
because its tonight or never
mission accomplished
better than ever.
