I’ll pick at your hair strands
till the middle of the night
We stare down the paths
Rejoice in the left
It’s a slippery slope
the right
Gift us a vision
we can indulge in
A voice
to keep us away

∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
I’ll pick at your hair strands
till the middle of the night
We stare down the paths
Rejoice in the left
It’s a slippery slope
the right
Gift us a vision
we can indulge in
A voice
to keep us away