00:00You
01:00It's not so enlightening, that's not writing, it's just typing now, boy.
01:07It's like a smack, she reads the bones of my face like a map.
01:14The trace is a hundred year five, now choking on a mouth full of blood.
01:21That bitter cup of taste can't be erased.
01:30I'm bleeding on the blank page.
01:35Nothing gold can stay, cause she shines.
01:38.
01:38.
01:41You
