montreal.

i'm sailing.
I'm drifting.
I'm driving and colliding, all into the inviting arms of your burning charm. it hurts like hell and churns vibrant eden like heaven.

i'm melting. i'm freezing. i'm half in-tune and half lost in juxtaposed timing.

i know you. who are you? i think i see you and then only see myself, cos that's what i'm looking at.

i'm wandering. i'm prodding the laziness into omission. i need a mission. i wanna build an entirely different kind of world, though it's all a dirty blur. all my convictions are certainly unsure.

into the winding cannon i roll.

broken
broken
broken

here we go