Fond of yesterday, how it was, when I started but it’s really just the same, with some changes to the process when I’m on my way, to the end, well I’ll always be. I’m the whole of you and you are only part of me with Subtle style, I’m a little spiral. When I die I'll just repeat the cycle. Lightyears, miles; setting planes like tiles. System after system flooding bodies in a messy pile. I don’t want a world where I can’t see the beauty in everything I’ve learned so I’ll live until my light gives out! I’ll make up all these words to describe us to you to me. Chemicals and nets make up the consciousness of everything! Before I know myself we're a star in the spill of space. After it's all done we will grow off of our decay. Once I was a cell with a parody of a brain. Now we've come as one and can warp our space to communicate! Hear a lot of talk but not seeing that much action, awareness of the whole has made the new animal faction! Our brains afraid of brains when they nitpick their preference. Succumbing to our fears will invoke negative reactions. But what the fuck do I know? I’m only one of you (you) have to play your part whether you don’t want to or want to but if you know yourself, you’ll know everyone’s one of you. Love them like yourself and we’ll become a bigger brain too with... Subtle style, I’m a little spiral. When I die I'll just repeat the cycle. Lightyears, miles; setting planes like tiles. System after system flooding bodies in a mess it’s with my Quiet style, I'm a little spiral. Live to die to Make another trial. Cities, full blown Now aware of my own body after body planning systems for a messy deathzone. Crawling in a mess, It’s a substance not understood. Maybe real to grasp if you grow out rings and rings of your wood! I’m nothing but a plant, eating waves from the atmosphere. Nothing but an ant, eating plants that were already here but How were I to know consequences were my actions? The brainpower to know it keeps it going with distractions, so when will it all end? When the needs weigh out the sources. If I’m not here to see it, is it really that important? Have a kid and you will see… (Ash to dust, dust to me ) …DNA’s inside their genes. (have the chance to redo the past now) Not like it’s our fault now either, we’ve always done our best. Demons in the suits will rest… when the rock has nothing left! So make up your own mind you can pick a different side, you can help the ones who need it you can love the ones who see it you can build up a new world, with the minds that you think do care. When time comes up to topple bullies everyone will be there with… Subtle style, I’m a little spiral. When I die I'll just repeat the cycle. Lightyears, miles; setting planes like tiles. System after system flooding bodies in a messy pile.

Multicellucity forms a mass with a talking head. Construction on the functions fills the mass with dread. Perception of the patterns is imperative so every little id makes up another ego's narrative oh I feel fine feel fine feel fine All the time all the time all the time all the time now I feel fine feel fine feel fine All the time in my mind it’s my life most the time but No one builds a city to have no one agree on Nothing nothing nothing not a single thing to see huh Maybe we can see ourself and not only be one Multi neural-pathways until everything just stops