White Octave South
delayed like a caesarean baby. i'm owned till i split
from this shell. reigned over like mignons and pupils. i
barely breathe for myself. so where are your engines.
where are your servants. they've dethroned you with cold
stares. and last and least it's your only invention. but
your creation has gone stale. show me you defuse. and
i'll break you down with light. you can't sell your own
worth back to me. but you tell me your confused. and i
prove it is a lie. you can't sell your own worth back to
me. hurray it's your own bastille day. freedom rings in
my ears like the band. weight transfers quickly from my
hands. and the shoulders i lean upon. show me your
confused. and i'll prove it is a lie. you can't sell your
prideless self this time. show me your defused. and i'll
prove it is a lie. you can't sell your own worth back to
me
