"B Distorted"
I invite you to feel what I feel,
To know what I know.
I cordially invite you,
I'll even send a letter.

You wish for a lot of things,
You say a lot of things.
I have wandered,
I have gone.

The heat, the humidity,
Cutting through the void.
Avoid my primitive emotion,
No notion of different feeling skin.

It's what you crave, you're brave,
Somehow unsaved.
A goal of mine is to succeed, secede,
You somehow breed?

A goal of mine,
To succeed.
A goal of yours,
To secede.

The difference?
I couldn't find one good reason.
Kind of like,
Fake plastic treason?