The introductory, drama-oriented piece of the album
On, as he dusts his dance treats his tricks disrupts his slumber.
On, as he stares and loops his bore puts on bliss his pace has quickened.
On, as he sets loose humble words drowns his movements, a low-priced pride.
Since when has this friendly bouncing bell stretched your madness, fool-proof son?
Shadowing each of fertilities gasping, grasping, all them meant to laugh yet him jester kneeled justly – they smiled to his gesture and God does he know if old jester perceived all along.
Off with haste, and off now with ease he too stands a child, now less do they please his needs and less does that comfort him.
Disposition’s been blurred and numbness been weakened well, what will it be? Guess is subtle for me. Curtains ego-fed tall coerced into free fall he injects his perfection in through a flawed role.
Off now with haste, and now more at ease he stands guilty a child, now less do they please his needs and hey now, that wouldn’t fit.
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