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...