Bring me closer to you,
Closer to in your finite,
Smaller in pink expression,
Lurched in urchin promise.
Sightless is pretty, finding the city.
Know your disguise above the surprise.
Tree-line flies and jet stream,
Rich like royal custard,
Close that I may taste it,
Gross that I may waste it.
Sightless is pretty, finding the city.
Know your disguise above the surprise.
Run to the village, mold to the city.
Know your disguise
Amorphous
Surprise your eyes
Amorphous
Surprise your eyes
Amorphous
Surprise