Test Drive - .Crrust

This was a test drive heading the lane up The sound of the tollbooth pride tore it all down

In this we all are flapping our body’s fame

Shaking off the remains of the vigorous blame

I pollute everything I see

I pollute everything visible

I see everything

So therefor…

Fly away, bolt off to the air

There’s nothing to it Fly away, bolt off to the air

There’s nothing to it Like the crowd out front the mausoleum

Never different never alike

You remain a quiz for yourself and the others

Just like me but sadly though I haven’t found you yet

Fly away, bolt off to the air

There’s nothing to it Fly away, bolt off to the air

There’s nothing to it Push me away