mind ur own biznis.3

u werent even girly
but gave birth to terror
seems like i got a brother
eventually

i spent nights and months
making connections in the cold
up and down the stairs
my feet are almost frozen

my stream's changed
i dont speak with words no more
(i did murder the alphabet)
how come tears are shed
whithout dancing eyes for

hold on to the picture
colors are always right
my mind is a fucked up canvas
dont dare touch it
cant stand useless fight
it's still bloody WET