Nero's Intention

Come on party were beautiful

One more taste have to melt and frame hold on Picasso

Uplift fusion with massive palms



Passion immobile is not the solution

Let them concur and dig out their own holes

A steady win.. process for evolution craters



Sour, the burning saint in ember

Let her glow ignored while she was complete



There is so many days and i still have my dreams 



Youre standing still in the shadows

Id call it lost you save face

But its passion and its burning my heart out 

Scarred now if i die with no soul may i be set in glory 



Though you may not agree youre calling beckoning

So cute seduce me

A massachusetts wonder your soul devoured



Youre calling this out, though wrapped in denial 

I see the finale

Cannot replace whats programmed but it can combust



Take this body burn this soul 

Collapse these dirty lungs

Slow down the effects of no hope



So call it, you wanted to be inspired? solved...

This is only existence as we have made it a reaming hole

And i cannot see

Push my kaleidoscope a little farther



I want too see the sun crash

Longing to stand at the vernanda and lunge

Ive see every shore spat in their mouths 

Counted the faces i long to burn out 



Every presence knowing i did right... did so well every intention to burn out this city

For all.... i long...