Testo Axis Bent

Course in fable
Faked by still lightning
In search of able
Cut my hand
Trying to reach into
Low talk of

Heard the cross that you hung on had cable Midweek adverts for joint pain undermine your salvation
Loose walk

When I wrote the song would breathe
It was the best I’d ever had
Jammed up on axis bent
Was the sidestep of relief

Blank and jotted
First wind of capture
I was learned in the back rooms
Of park facing housing
Ox marked

My lament and possibly rear view Bottled in one parts friend
The other gold muse
Fuck truth
When I wrote the song would breathe
It was the best I’d ever had
Jammed up on axis bent
It was the sidestep of relief