I have harbored great things

I huff gasoline from your shirt and blur the questions that no one could ever answer,

I empty my head of all that I know, seems like the best view is the one from below.

We are anti-movement, we are anti-anti,

one time we believed but now we don't even try and I,

I can't cut a rug without my fashion drugs,

inebriation brings revelation,

I will burn your love letters in a parking deck 

where I have harbored great things that I will never confess,

We keep fresh paint on the countenance, 

now we keep it simple to make it more complex,

We are anti-movement, we are anti-anti,

one time we believed but now it's passé and cliché and she'll say 

anything to make you move again,

But is it the truth? I don't care if it is.

Getting down in the town that makes no sound,

You say there's nothing wrong but I don't hear it.

-snowden
<3,

Loch.