End - GROOMS

There’s an opening above your head

You should understand the way it moves

Wrap around on a spiral stairs

Wanna allocate the air for two

Dirty dream gotta clean your clock

You would open on a spot unused

Follow it all through a paper wall

Missing everything

You’re taught some rule

You be the last

I’ll be the audience

You be the traps

Stuttering in the ends

There’s an opening above your head

Trying to summon you away

Or you’re misty or desperate or done

Are you interested?

Yes you are

Sugar dripping down your jaw

Feeding lions to children for one