who ain't know that they had fallen
they use me for it's gruesome bra
huh, tutus and huh, we boofin', huh
My family users, abusers,
and two -time losers, huh
Real death bringers, real knife swingers
I'm from Flint, Michigan,
we still kill over sneakers
I used to drool over Isha,
she drooled over a needle
The winds have turned against us,
my love, you are free now
Shimmering, glimmering ghosts
There was a time I saw my final act
Pretty pink ladies dance around a tesseract
I saw a white hole, hmm, and I was told
That if I chose to go, well,
Sorry, my love, but the wind,
The trees bow for the breeze,
The air 's so thick here,
I sneer and I bathe in your love
Shimmering, glimmering eyes
Shimmering, glimmering lights
Transhumanists, numetists,
sorry my gorgeous treasure,
but the wind has turned against us.
We integrate our energetic imprint,
I'm afraid the winds have turned
The trees bow for the breeze