maximQuirk

rhythm on the rock down, synthesise and lift above the skyline off tangent, all the vocals verbalise coefficient collisions rectified by inquisition, perhaps my only intention is to listen so you can sit back and revel through my thoughts of disposition i let the sun set, for the evening so we dance the toe to toe parcels far out sell the volume of drum solos, i travel only to perceive silence in the absence the length time has so, what do you get when you press play the answer rotates over your cranium orbiting space time travels exponentially but curriculum still exists, like a minds eye that absorbs bandwidth over frequencies vertical

his eyes tangled, just another lonely soul/ searching for a rush to make him whole/ just something to feel, remorse sugar coated/ perhaps there are something's to stay buried/ something that if released could devour him/ take the only thing holding him together/ is his will, mortal but powerful/ he listens to immortal technique, watching/ the atlas burn, while people scrimmage and lurk/ his case is something to think about/ he was at school/ when he came home his stomach sunk/ the skies were everything but blue/ the air was so dry his tears were of sand/ masking his face he refused to open his eyes/ the sulphur blended where stone overlapped