Song: Imp ulsively regretful prediction
Year: 2022
Viewed: 6 - Published at: a year ago

Beginnings by child reflection comparison
Beginnings by child reflection comparison
Beginnings by child reflection comparison
Beginnings by child reflection a pair of sin

Do you, lucky fucker?
Are you, lucky fucker?

Do you, lucky fucker?
Are you, lucky fucker?

Mild discomfort in jumble, no alternate
Mild discomfort in jumble, no alternate
False, past, them, no, shown
False, past, them, no, home

Do you, lucky fucker?
Are you, lucky fucker?

Do you, lucky fucker?
Are you, lucky fucker?
Blasting precipitation, know what you fuckin meant
Asking the situation, stood up the fuckin pent
Revel this incomе and away she goes
Rebеl this income and away she flows

Do you, lucky fucker? (My)
Are you, lucky fucker?

Do you, lucky fucker? (My)
Are you, lucky fucker?

In the meantime of searching, reception in sight
In the meantime of stocking, reception in sight
Deconstruct a judgement, I laugh, I love it
Instead of one's judgement, I laugh, I lock in

Do you, lucky fucker? (My)
Are you, lucky fucker?

Do you, lucky fucker? (My)
Are you, lucky fucker?

Backs relaxed, unwanted calling
Backs relaxed, unwanted calling
Its silence and internal sprawling
Its silence and internal sprawling
Simply scratch, it doesn't take back
Simply scratch, it doesn't take back
Prediction regretful

Integral break loose, interrogative pairings between mysteries
You witness this form that shines back into view
Perception advantage of prior request, unexpected initials
Schedule these for later, this fundamentally false proposal
Establish and overwrite ending files, through blind guidance
And paranoid punishment wouldn't have it any other way, despite stood stacking

New windows desire unlocking, the same goes for all of them
Multi-worry passings to unfold, impatience awaits in extremity
To feel one's pulse, you must strike the right spots
And mine are right here
In aptly roundings, to further navigate
Destination in 13 miles
Whispers of released partings, point A to point B, itching injects

Unshared shower idea, in locks her forgetful artificial self
Its guessing names riddle inaccuracy, responded to limitations of 1k
Simplicity R.X.Y, to work those over, to continue to groan and sigh
You fell so happy and content, as morning star is awoken
Digress trails from here, spoken like a true craving, delete pink fantasy

Shift focus, babbles to promote distraction, and calming ideals
Few thoughts trail these mechanisms, wiping and lacking a surface
Word package opens in scrolling, nearly ravages nothing
Enacted at times, brutally polluting space until anticlimactic check
This is most of the worst we knew, forever if left unkempt

( Roxy Radclyffe )
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