Rust frame steady kiss of plutonium Imagination begets dead fetuses Spirits of mischief stand by your bed every night Waiting for a sign Imagination is a dwarf in the eyes of infinite space-time Framing from tibia still life with cancer Trace of life evolution over dead bodies Questions thoughts of doubt The truth is simple seekers don't know what create glitches to make the core hang on a noose Force for force breath for spit in the face A lie for an even deeper falsehood rot THE SPIRIT IS WITH YOU THE SPIRIT IS WITH YOU at least in one person