Wicked Little Machines

Captains and Cavalries forming empires in the shade of trees, without hesitation, we the King and Queen of the forest town were holding the ocean down. All the images and sounds, super imposing to old backgrounds. We used to be clumsy, lost in a thousand ways, Captivated by the craze, hold your hands down. Suspicion rose in our head It was only underneath the beds, Saline eyes didn't have to hide. They were always open way too wide, way too wide. Turn up the noise, dressed to the nines.