Written by Jacob Ibrag
Pour it onto me. It’s alright, I’ll
take what you’ve been rejecting. Potential,
you can’t see it. How could you? Seeking perfection,
you’ve given up on reclaiming the fragmented. Weapons
of mass growth. Throw it all away, I’ll catch it. You’ll
see what you’ve been missing. Sweet release.
You can’t buy this. Authenticity.