As silent as a fatality or a moustache
The idea took root
I relaxed, in the backseat, on repeat
In the backseat, on repeat
Serpentine pylon
Like an antique hologram
The saint turned into a sinner
It ain\'t a revelation
I dissent
In love with your poems
In love with, in love with
In love with
In love with the neon colours
In love with the desert breeze
Like a love addict on a power trip
In your sheepskin temple
I have no clue
A teen with daddy issues
Daily battles and a male ego
My hands are open for the windfall
Like I am Oliver, the supremo
Aware of the status quo
I live to please my body and soul
I walk on pins and needles
I fill the hole
I put on a show
Striving to achieve my goals
I follow the protocol
I know the low-down
I play the part, skylarking around
I\'ve cut myself from the apron strings
Done what I needed like a housewife
I couldn\'t give a fuck
At the moment life sucks
I sit like a mugshot
I\'ve turned myself off
I gawp at space
I am extraordinary in my own way.