Texty: Helmet. Meantime. You Borrowed.

I'll throw you scraps
And talk the bad things
The language or the motive
Affected shown is

Self imitating, trust the dying breed
The pitch I made has been

On my end, I trust in
What's left here to lie is
Admired you trust in
Without fear you borrow

My world of one speak up
The good things
The guidelines let me follow
Offense is borrowed

Self imitating, trust the dying breed
The pitch I made has been

On my end, I trust in
What's left here to lie is
Admired you trust in
Without fear you borrow