Mind Swap.

Another relapse, same goof.
Broken from the inside out.
Focefully alive, hoping for death.
This one time and many more times.

What you see here, bro...
...is chaos and soulful degradation.
What you do here, sis...
...one that beats her flora and fauna.

In this state of delirium,
Purchasing light via the black trade...
Always seen running far from goodness.
When every byte from the dark cloud..
…seems to good to be true.

New song, new love found?
But, on these grounds of make believe,
Under these rocks of fiery magma liquid.
Bo, nothing really new beneath Her Hotness.
For these lines, we’ve walked before.

No scripting, no time specific.
Getting drunk on Black Bile..
Move into a shapeless state of life..
More of melancholy and dystopia.

The lands will eventually get desolate.
Misconduct will be the order of the solar day.
Gnashing of the denticles becomes standard.
To be extant, like the desert miss the rain.

We added the shiny linings behind the dark clouds!!!
Every wrong goof is always the same, remixed.
New song, new dance steps, though remixed, something new learnt.
The swap, sobriety, the cost of wisdom.