18 February 2013
Feed this empty avarice Reaching past Death grasps The you my breathing rasps
My life burns fast
I'm a single piece of broken glass With to many shattered facts It's off, hats With Super powered love jabs
Mostly pain With Pleasure dabs
Sizzle sheep , apocalypse fans
This world is damned Written In letters post Sam
The sacrificial lamb
Blowing past an endless sham Thirst With mouthfuls Of crackers gram- Hypno scam Gut and glam Click clack Bam blam
The second beat • Opuss № I