Five-Eight Follow

chessboard maps aggressive snaps the sneaking feeling. a board game wanes army of cells genetic codes all hope. an angry son flails at no one and pain is all around. i'm not alone. i'm not alone. i'm not alone. let this fearless feeling carry. i'm not alone. i'm not alone. i'm not alone. let this fearless feeling carry. trip to the shore beach cabin calls. but it's off season soft breezes that barely lift the spirit. in a wheelchair brave and bare. in a green room the wall close in on our tears. the dreaming of healing. the fishing boat flips us out and she begins to shout. what kind of vacation is this with you so sick. in place of these well we've agreed to not be something. it's called a sulk try to bulk up and buck up son. a pat on the back a brand new cap to cover up your skull