SCREAMS

Endless love waves hitting the beach like what art try’s to reach so I seek perfections truth inside of who doesn’t fit into what has already been so you got to create your own music boom art and rip apart what has been empty doom being board not pure before updated waves kiss the shore your intelligence spent into what is meant to happen new Advent Gard gods beauty set free hard reality for starving people who bleed for the super-rich hits the blessed artist ripped to bits for this moving process transcending bending never ending sending newness in its bliss blowing strange new storms crashing waves again and again surf sounds art forms wet never belong to what is left somehow now it comes from dreams and future happy beings