 The damage is unruining things, kind of out of the town raining things In accordance with mounted ordnance, my style is mass cutter, delicate and tense Why I haven't no mind for books shooting out the moonlights With my tongue depression in a vacuum, chest brains and violent nightmares Brought me to this match of grass and sun, beauty is in the deadbolt I'm a lonely frontier boy, sword and terminal man Primitive doll making and suspicious plan Eater ogling at the magnetism, I'm their blood with cheap shades on and no color