Corked paper spat on with thick phlegm

Nobody wants to imagine like John Lennon anymore

Nobody is ready for love like India Arie

They legit don't want to do it

It, being empathy, is how you connect those dots

La la la la love you

Then why be human?

Why open yourself to the chance?

If an artificial ceiling is constructed

With ignorant fiberglass fibers

Built with fear; Siphoned with isolated neurons

Why bother?

You can be a parasite in the ground if you want to

You can be an amoeba floating through the lakes of Transylvania

Since you want to see, touch, eat, and drink blood so much

Since you miss it so much

Go ahead.

We will be here forever.

So that's that.