Without and exterior face, I'm all up in the place where you used to go. A fire frenzy in my hall, you flood it out and never even know about me. You're sure without me. Collect all your friends. Put them in a bottle. Glue it up for time and turn it in. A dime guest list. And I won't pretend it's not.
You hock and cough a greasy little insult. It builds you up but not enough for results you thought you'd receive. And if you rip it off your face you'll see you're awesome. You'll pull it off (your task), you'll make it awesome in time for you to see that without and exterior face your majesty is all and all.
Rescind it one more time. Take some time to turn it around. And you can, but you won't breathe all this time. Bring sight for something that you want. Bring it back now. Save your face somehow. Take it back, sop it up and throw it away, because it's all you'll want when you know:
Yours is a face of beauty if you can just reveal it and shine a light of realness to crack your mask of darkness. Remove your ribs for softness and if you bruise it's better. At least you felt it, feller, release your fears of weakness. Together we can top this. These are the days of our time. Be sure to spend yours alive.