Ornaments

You have no confidence in me

I don't have that for you

Yet here we are now, intimates

Throwing down gauntlets

I don't care for that

Yet sally forth, we confidants

We, we are so full of distance

I wish I had that?

Guardian of the perpetuals

Ornaments making ornaments

I'll kill myself later

And you? it's the smell; it's your honey

It's the end times...

It's hypocrisy

It's the end

You're a tumor

Get something

Get excised

We'll still die as friends

That already happened