twisted pieces of misfit puzzle makings, elaborating the making of tools with in worlds filled with people like girls and friends, never tending to end to defend, instead hit the future with open button pressing every direction with in sight cause i'm crazy, doesn't matter just fight high as a kite or sobriety tonight, maybe it makes no difference cause the fuel is your light look inside to see right, or go left with in the night into light like gun fights with wizard might, barbarian wars within fury of strife, hit it just right to accel the writings from hell, the message i tell is instilled with real tablets of sealed human condition and i must have them