I'm
gonna find my rhymes in the heat of the moment.
See
if your love can measure all the myths and feelings I have for you,
woman.
Love
can find its own way,
like a falling highway through my skull.
Love requires surgery,
a rearrangement of my hardwired form.
Bebop.
Bebop, we're in a bebop zone, yes.
Pain has its own little sweetness,
but my C2 is out on holiday.
Pain can aid the members' sleepiness,
cause if one wants flair, then one wants pain.
I'm outta here.
