Testo New Tools - Seaweed

New Tools

crash there goes the old rules
and where was i
you must use the new tools
try reaping the fruits of network
the plan supporting the big hurt
new stab at your chest
from the one who spoke kinship the best
it’s not empowering
self admiring
the coice direction won’t comfort me
there’s no conclusion
just brash illusion
your analogies won’t comfort me
i understand that i can’t understand
the new bread
and it won’t confort me
leave without mine
make sure your shoes shine
your corrections won’t
point out why i can’t speak
i missed steps four and eight
too many reasons to give up
and when i do i’ve sold to fate
selling tasks achieves freedom
as long as you approve when it’s done
five bucks to get inside
twisting laws to fit your pride