My freedom she shouts more than she sleeps, I guess she just feels the loneliness as soon
as her eyes shut

But my freedom she likes her hair long, being nude and no fear of the sun's gaze
Nights of queer sex and queer tension; she notices liberation lurking

I think chaos's favourite disguise is morality
Im free within my complexity and fluidity
If anarchism was a sound what would it sound like and feel like?

If you could confront emptiness what would the scene be?

I balanced on the night's confusion whilst making money because of my silver plated
androgynous chest
and in the day I walked with whimsy

When the sun sets my eyes are filled with
the bodily whispers of my own darkness , I have a cheeky smile and a flirty bounce.