SP/::/dr
I was never good at the whole running and webbing thing. [Engage Playlist : Mez-Me001]. It's not that I didn't care – [Initiating Track #1 : Ca$$H Ca$$h, Al I wanted yours] – or wanted not to be as good as you; but for everyone's sake I couldn't, I can't bring myself to your level, dad. You wanted love, I wanted thrusts, Billy Reily said we could be forever and ever. You left me alone, broken and shattered to lab-white suits and peroxyde-haired men and women just to be bit by the one thing you ever let take a toll upon you and our lives. Along came a spider, you got me stuck in a tangle of electric wires with ex-wives, My guts liquified as we danced on through the night. Got to know where my heart stands now. SP/dr takes control upon my very own self every now and then... Altogether, the bitmark itch every little while. Such moments force me to be bold, well... they make it tough on me because I should have to maintain the legacy you let me took upon.
YeeeeaAAaAh! Drop the needle when the tape deck blows.
Standing on the ledge of this universe's rooftop I can only relate on what the essence that flows through me is giving up. Who knew TRN451 would survive crisis upon crisis because of you, because of me. I just wish you could still see the view. The threads of this neon-coloured foul world blurring upon the windshield of my helmet while I continuously drop, nanometers away from OftOm Corp. Building. The readings indicates maximum aero-adaptability at all time and I couldn't bring myself to the sense of letting her take over one more time; although I know it's already bound to happen. This state of symbiosis was a gift from you, but hey halt Al, I wanted your love... not! Hey alt-Al, I wanted your pennywise screams, your daddy-sized dreams, But you, oh darling, you never gave me your money, your Ca$$H Ca$$h, Al I wanted yours. It's a shame to be aware of such infinitives, such poly-purpose when you're not here – You said that's the way it is – and the only family that remains threw your little girl in your very own coffin. But hey halt Al, I wanted your love...[Terminating Track #1 : Ca$$H Ca$$h, Al I wanted yours]
I'll drop a few more seconds looking down to the pavement and the roaming hovercrafts before I flick that magic silk outta my wrists and hollaback my way on to smuggling thieves, wandering mass-murderers and xenomorphic bitches who harbor cramped-style attitude... the last one oughta be what I call school... in eight hours now. 'Til then, I gotta keep sweeping these alleys clean. Night, dad. [Initiating Track #2 : No Lover's Holding Me Back]