Abby
Bluelighter
We are the shattered fragments of broken youth
passengers on sentimental journeys
always chasing the sensation
spinning weakly justified lies
while selling our souls for a tiny piece of heaven
breaking free from this mortality being-
the little carbon copies of perfection
created by society's deformed motality
passengers on sentimental journeys
always chasing the sensation
spinning weakly justified lies
while selling our souls for a tiny piece of heaven
breaking free from this mortality being-
the little carbon copies of perfection
created by society's deformed motality