To the tone of ones own,
to the tone of the way
the way that you stand
on the corner
Your eyers are bloody rapid
Rolling into white
Iris in your head
the tone of the moment
The soundscore of a scene
The soundcloth of being
It’s just a tone of the voice
Silver serpent tongue face
Of petrified wood
Under layers of skin masks
Don’t you take that tone
the tone of the own
don’t you take that tone with me
the tone of your own
Standing on the corner
whistling when you speak
a tone of his own
Silver serpent tongue take a tone of its own
Sacred tongue serpent
Take that tone
The tone of your
own
take that tone
with me
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