Testo The Beauty That Corrodes

A single line erupts from the comfort of the skyline now only errors can unfold proceed invisible distance like vertical one more limit footsteps cross the line that hands tend to take away inaudible cars the buzz of lights seeks underneath my lower lip my speech is all blur as long as crescents are able to be in front of me my fascination is untouched on road that is were minds are understood where the lights can pay tribute to my inner convictions moves towards different directions reassociate the laughter hover the amnesia it turns to love turns to love give it a shot make it dance the traffic away forwards to advance and i'm stable on my hands sitting down it's the beauty that the streets corrode