What if, at the end of the line, this is a reboot button.
What if, after all this years, I've grown upside down.
There is something growing inside, scoffing the outside
There is something in me to make you love, there is something in me to make me hate.
Is the ravenous flesh, rooted inside.
Like the big flower, that rotten smell will bring me the beasts.
I would like to have that. To grip the stranger's limbs and bring it home, make them know.
But they know.
