1,2,3 and I'm the 4th one back.
Aching for a shaving.
Fashion spirals galore.
Martyr by force.
So buttery smooth.
There's the Arabian.
There's the Cat Eye too.
So thick, so thin.
Like icons and figures and everyone else.
Enhancing for a glance.
Purchase a vision society recommends.
Use me up.
Use me, choose me.
Oh, code bars, code bars.
A single beep and it's a beep to freedom.
Ohh, I . . .
I'll dry your eyes.
I'll gunk your ducts.
I'll make toxic your tears.
I'll speed your aging.
I'll suck moisture from your pores.
I'll contaminate your very cycle.
I'll straight deceive your viewers.
It's all worth waiting.
Well, me and then there is you . . .
But most of all and past my purpose . . .
I crave to be near portals such as yours.
To see what it is you see.
Watch all that it is you watch.
Provide to you artificial self esteem.
Look past what it is you think you need.
Understand all that you are and already embrace.
Please, wash me all off your playful grace face.
. . .
Though, I no longer see you.
. . .
I hear you're stellar.
Go blank - All nude and freckles galore!
Browns of a 1,000 bear cub fantasies
and youth like screaming prisms shooting through rose dust particles.
Them eyes, them eyes.
They got the whole world talkin'.
Eyeliner, eyeliner of The Blackest Black.