the molten cube

Take semblance with your stride Its simple and its awful U seem too forgetful Regret that place i made up Burn yourself, no A bottle of fire A chair that i cant sit on That's fucked up, your not wrong Throw out that couch its got bugs Overboard, no Call bellows deep, or so it seems September dreams for something green A glitter bomb emergency Should scurry back after what it's seen Learn to see it Distant object Something evil Claims it LOVES them Weirder circle Trapped in terror Plain and static Clothed in fabric