I've totally lost my mind on you.

It's starting to get annoying, the make and take of tomorrow and this evening.

I wanted music to happen faster and love and all that mostly meant giving up on the call and the devil.

I thought it evil at first, wearing blue eand making music and then dying to December and walking away with mostly my soul mine and my head high.

I was waking up on that easily and here for the money for it if nothing else, I loved the way you made my name disappear and whatever I might be genius if you notice.

Welcome Home to the devil and work alone for september calling, I miss you the most.

something happening on my hands...

SEX ME NOW - Fire out.

Fire out. fire out.

I give you talent, sex me now - Bel.

(game over)