Pushing in the face of haste.
A carrot dictating your fate.
Four city blocks and I'm getting off,
On my addiction.
Three needs were adressed while others were adrift in speculation, speculation.
Two roots in a match, each other on the other's back, so I taste them, so I taste them.
One long breath, so it all makes sense.
Oh capricious victim, how I wish you'd listen,
Instead of simply hearing what I say.
...enlisted, while the young and silent sister, hasn't got the ... to not obey.
I am in a car, stuck in traffic, at the age of anyone, coming from forgetting and restless ...
See it's better thru remember what gagues never measure,
What process's always practiced but never preached.
See you are unhappy, well versed in agitation, for pushing round the peaceful embassies.
Haunting your sleep.
Haunting your heart.
Threat to our cause.