Coming live from the Dark Continent, specifically on the West. Like I'm speaking through the wire, Something you wouldn't expect. Me a suspect? like a double agent on this planet; Dragonflies in my stomach breathing flames in my chest Looking for a treasure I can never find yet, watch me dig deeper into my mind, Shift a paradigm to make parallels realign. In a sense, make ends meet,form a vertice. Make the pattern complete, pa** a verdict. But whats the motive? Why do I live? Is it to form a part of a design or simply follow the line? Either way power comes in handy, No plan B,hold the beauty they cannot see