de-fi biotic

 

Where is the energeticist
Diagnosed with low morale
Caught up in barreled guns

Why’s that?
Catch me on the other flight
As I make a trajectory of defeat
Curtain call, be fall,
Winter and string—
I am tied to you dear
Fate and destiny two sisters
Laid to sleep in a garden
The produce of their dreams were strange
When our heads are so close together
I see smoke and cold clouds of process
Chemically speaking we should not ignite
I am lost within there
At the edge of understanding
Where I go now, where you go now,
I hope to be there…