Artist One:

What kind of love is that… its make believe….

What kinda love is that…. Is it fantasy…

What kinda love is that… am I worth her dreams….

What kinda love is that…

Am I wanting or deserving.

Am I early.. am I late….

Im happy know ones hurting…

Someone found a (her/his) grave(soul).

Im not here, not past, not present nothing last.

Here and gone again.

Is it real or make believe.

Is it real life fantasy.

One heart (these hearts) can draw me in.

Evil labels letters, jokes.

What kinda Love… so many miles away.

What kinda Love… what’s falling anyway.

What kinda Love…. Now it’s all (always) display.

What kinda Love… No underneath.

See my blue eye has been so torn.

Living on all these sides before.

Every day four warned.

No day on your side.

Just black and white.

They say it’s grey sum where in the middle.

I the man who played the devil.

I took more than a fiddle.

Is it nursery (infantry) or a rhyme.

There’s more patients than are people.

Am I scripted, window pane….

Im transparent energy.

See what you see is what they make.

A product of the lives they take.

They hide inside plain site and call it air.

Existence may be frugal.

My heart is not the same.

My love is not a tool, no wish to play a game.

What kinda love is that, swear I hear my name.

What kinda love is that, no need for letters.

What kinda world is that…..

We have all be charged up without wires.

Sensors or just strings.

Haptics feedback without warning.

like testing door rings.

Chi could have it in you, divert and you will be shocked.

I have a heart a frequency, pencils Ive been shot.

Artist Two:

Imma keep it moving null, Stop!!!

(think you can stop what we do) Doubt it.

Just a altered shape, Arrow @ heart till the bubble, Astro boi. breaks.

A man’s underground when they break him down.

What’s the snare of his rubber band sound.....

Im just a clown, or a cloud or a clown.
Hop Beyond Son Real Tech...

Echo’d the name, I don’t feel the pain.

I swear I heard his name screaming from the amazon, loom?

They wanted, who?

Waz con duh or a common thread.

Meta New banner, a symbol or forgotten proof.....

Not prof, not here to jack you off.

The cards they lost.

Apex a hollow cost.

Like James hip they broke.

Sat-a-lights mirrors and smoke.

M 1 just a joke?

Made a legend, ate a sour, like a war head dew.

Split an atom, share a soda might have kissed her to.

I want it lit beyond the measure.

Behind the lights I bet her.

Walk thunder like ground take the crown.

Everyone be royal black to aluminum foil.

Is that 2 black cats or a glitch, or more toil.

Binx just a cat soul jar a boy a wish.

Bill a brother, zombie, payment silence...xxxx

Claim Im ghost, yah Sprit not sprite but the
game goes all night.

Down the pipes, on the tubes.

Up stream down stream, salmon and stew.

One day we might over focus the clock.

Free
the rock from the pans they knocked.

Until then we all play pretend.

Say it can’t happen then happen again.

Like the horror warp in time freeze,

that’s my mind see.

Why so scaled and ICU.

Snakes transparent, tinted grass, just touch it again.

Droids, drowning, apples, liquid iv,

Glass bubbles.
Worlds drunk, or is it how high me.

Unplug,
360 lights keep blinding.

There’s an app for that, under down load again.

Real heart, another friend offline just pretend.

Can’t see color blue and black fades to red.

That’s a bright light, eyes closed not again.

Hearts like lighting, plasma born from
a storm.

Pool of bodies, Elven lies, created devil’s made cry E.

Through a portal, eyes like oceans and a flame.

Bleach red ribbons, shatter masks, online swords.

Re-Volt Tron, reboot, reloaded or lore, idk anymore.