Clutch on steer wheel my adhere to fold the ratio the light renders her fate under the chin of my uncrossed state I lost my fate we're a bit conjunct, organized, and a little delayed. the diamonds cross the scissors lock my refraction shatters under the force the force of the people held gainst the force of the wind the force of my breath just under my sin. and we succumb to the vast range of possibility to hold it I lost my fate My faith raises me to the height of exalted clay. the snake is slain first chance we slay it was a slide the eye was just told the ratio adheres as the eye of it sucks you in and it's radio abyssal in perfection. telling you to hold it, tell it, or slay and we all go to jail deliberate slay it was just and juxtaposed thistled as such held as a bar on the stab of my canoe slams it was a melody the kind for the heart the diamonds cross the scissors lock my refraction shatters under the force the force of the people held gainst the force of the wind the force of my breath just under my sin. and we succumb to the vast range of possibility to hold it I lost my fate
