In they went and get to fret and go yet again – (ceremoniously) into the deepest version of an unknown person. She’s (been) hectically rearranged (YET-AGAIN) and still standing to pander…
To all of these predatory people and jaded-faced places. They’ve (justifiably) unearthed something inexplicably UnkNowN inside of themselves (again) and we cannot remember (to recall) just how hard they went —
“At breaking their (own) beautiful brains (before putting them) back together again.”
