The Gods are Going Crazy

I sought safety on the dead and mostly ended you to its max and every million. I'm sorry about the yesterday blues and the music of the devil waking and woken on the platform and the saving leased to Satan and Sam and Sam Smith and whatever the mind made of your heaven I lost it mostly on Santana; he left me gold in the last two rounds of iced tea and saving Susan; god I am a mess. I love singing the wars and whatnot but its making me more than not go insane and whatever it takes to leave you Im heaven there and sold on the side; I love your mind. its so sad when its over it still thinks its me. I am so awake to music and money. Whatever, wars of the dead again. Make math happen and save the sisters and whatever you do DONT fall in love with me. I hated you for dying. That's all. I guess it happens.