Temper is a package. Pulling at its bow. Darling disasters. Help you grow. Panthers build their blood to bury. Daughters leave their dads to marry. Hide in the weeds. The orchestra. Is proving death. Again. Temper is the warp speed of red flashes. And all the bells ringing god forbid god forbid. Did I catch you in the flashes?. Did I catch you in the flashes?. Hide with me. In the weeds. I'm proving death. Alive in the weeds. The orchestra. Is proving death