Theres a Nest for my stress very two overcrowded loud steps
Closer to less, a beautiful rest
Slowely getting harder to pick myself up
Just like a compressed elf drinking out of a liquer cup
Stuck at the bottom of the well
So foul a fucked up mess a war cloud in his head
Isnt it meant for fate to interlace
Your fingers and twist intill they break
Piercing with led rotating ahead west
Ive had enough of what i have said but its okay i have a spare
Nest.