Roll with It

Never tell anyone that you're

gonna do anything to really

give them any power over

you as they'll never let

up until you're dusted.

Never be the one who's

gonna roll over and just

let them do whatever

you wouldn't want

down the road.

Never trust those who're

gonna whore and run,

run with hair afire

around a bastille heart

and glide to forever,

desert everyone on islands

you can't hide transparency 

Never be the one,

gonna run,

make it up,

you, cravenly

cry, tumultuous. 

Never harken,

gonna carve up,

say all you can,

goodbye times five.

Never call out,

gonna run,

tell us if

a jumper can

lie inconsiderately

and calculate all heavy

hurt that deafens all around

you, angels of mercy, you.