Anchor

Fasting

Dreaming

Higher after hours

The writing that you can recognize

She took it without a seeing face

Lust creeping in on one another

This vein has an emptiness reflecting your life

Don’t hesitate to crawl inside

Intention to grow, it will kill you

Let your heart break

Take it moment by

Awkward moment on the stage

Manipulated to be the individual 

Edited human life

We are products of Revacholian construction

We must burn our places

And sew something new

Your ears, your thoughts, your hunger

These are yours; belonging to no one else