Funk. Iron City.
Antique Lamp next to an odd colored wall - on all night.

Wages of Fire, Neptune.
Cutting off all the spines to your books - paper - disarray.

Flying fish, from Mario 1.
Bullets, from future wars.
Lick the bowl after the cookie batter was rolled out.

Empire Gorgeous - V 2.5
I'm not even finished, and there's still so many songs to write.

I knew someone better, than a bar tender.
Quickly, it's flown by, and months became so compact.
But we all sway to the beats of drum machines - in/our/heart

GIVE ME MORE