Balcony of Truth

Drive though a temporary dead zone. My scalp tingles as I feel like I've tasted poison. A simple, medieval method of torture I remain standing pause the torment for the bulimic fasting. Everlong, a dead cell battery everlasting. Kiss me for good fortune and a soft serenity, fill me with promises and send me on my way ... here ... fill me with that sense of pride you dealt. refrain from fear-