Drag Shift

I'm a suspect treat. I'm a rendered splendor With a nervous strain pain. Gold shifts to blue So the peaches split And the vein got hit. Slow down. Strip the grip, change the angle. How are you? Feel Fiction. Feel. Feel. Feel Overload. Feel Tunnel long, long, but by the Time. Feel fiction. Feel fiction And not, And not, And not wake me up. Feel. Feel Overload. Feel Tunnel long, long, long, but by the Time. Feel fiction And not, And not, And not wake me up. Move like your eye. Lex eyes this lie. My drag has a golden gaze To elude I deny. Feel Fiction. When I flood this flesh, I will freeze and crash. I will click and clash Till glaze is cracked. In a rush you shed your scales, patterning an Endless you. Slow down, strip the grip, change the angle, Shift to blue.