Broken Footprints From Malfunctioned Steps

tip the scales break any old barrier the sound will not be heard in the dark quiet i am somewhere where they are not in a genesis of something undefined with no reply at all though an answer is in some sort of abstract code frigidity has my sweating dry spells mispronounced falling off the scales landing onto, but yet and still off the rails life is fantastic, but still unclean with each spray not even bactine can prevent the infections that life brings fall asleep uneven wake up straightened out perfectly the stability of it all is all a farce the arms i die in now will be broken