Omens

I'm thinking thoughts can save me, and the omen is bringing talks.

Obey me.

As I walk away. Stay.

I'm just going, so just stop what you are doing and trust the signs coming.

Under the son some are gunning, under the gun some are running.

I've used up all the fun so I'm gonna abuse up all the funds.

I reuse some of the lung to infuse some of the stun to be accused of summoning the tongue of the Devil.

I'm not gonna run! I've got stock and a gun.

I'll throw pop to the temple and known not the potential.

I've got mental blocks that stops essential, rocks the penicil as you swap sentimental props when I give celestial drops to the special.