In the verses of the night their is always a whisper of love
If I could be an advance artificial intelligence in the most advance robot
Would I, I think it doesn't matter if she loves me
Who sees world of governments friends and foes
Judicial daisies and tulips, magnolias and roses, yanking flowers for lovely ladies
Setting them in roadside disposable cups or vases, selling flowers from my garden
To recieve an interdimensional or intergalactic pardon? Oh honey I'll never cheat
O please I did it for selling my soul to the Evilist being in hopes of fame and fortune
For our well being, to have the mansions cars and own a personal basement bar
My families never been caged
Therfore lacks the human age of rage
No age of aquarius for real
Maybe the age...