Its inhumane how it actually revolves
when this karma hits its like a low blow
heartbreak, the way it sounds
the mental institution rejects all sound ones
nerve wrecking pieces to pieces it falls
when you cry
noone hears you

three times a day a prayer
when its later its never better
the days get older and nights are the same
eventual statement
"you're getting older"

fundamentals, the principles believe nothing
your belief struck a cord in my deepest train of thoughts
fast speed movement swings me by
and you charge on like
you remember nothing at all

when the day comes to end this
tracks dislocate and fall apart
i look at you in disdain and wonder
was it even right in the book of fate
that we met.


=) beancurd.