Titles

Don’t take advantage of my art.

That vantage of my damage dances on a candid moment of something tragic

And the music is the magic that allows me to disappear within the havoc.

I’ll allow a couple of glances but my helmet’s always on like Samus so I avoid any chances for some answers.

As I’m walking with my hood on, they only watch where my hand is,

But all I’m focusing on is the practice of getting my scars bandaged.

So you can call me a bandit but I couldn’t care less about what I’m branded...