Yourcodenameis:milo

judge and sentence the findings of fate
commission your thoughts, commission your thoughts
to furnish the wall it can't just happen, wait!
can't just happen, wait! can't just happen, wait!
as they out-manoeuvre your motionless scent
your pathways and footprints are made with intent
so we stand frozen in contraband
like ornaments, we break from emotional hand
they will march on
they will march on
close at hand will be
close at hand will be me
take the eyes from a crow and they'll stab you from distance
but the thorn in my side is immune through resistance
and it can't just happen, it can't just happen