Incorrupt (2+)

Nevermind this yellow,
collective in the sense of nude capabilities.
There is this language in our face,
yearning to scream.
We built up this tension and
now it is time to let these wings fly.
Ended up gliding down the pipe of our own stability.

I lost this electricity and the
sense to willingly keep this balance.
I had dropped my voice on the telephone wire-
hard to say that this could of been your own selfish lie.

And so forth into,
into the tone of your powerless vocals.
This day was over an hour ago.
We were dead years before,
you never seemed to of taken your actions all the way.
And I wouldn't ever let myself listen to this again.

Nevermind my color,
let this not effect your dance on the wire.
This globe was never policed,
never twirled,
and never flooded with emotion.
You were left unconditionally loved.
And I wouldn't ever let myself listen to this again.