Dead Creatures

Head flew out the truck! «He said he’s stuck, I let him feel the breeze.»
A howl echoes through Frankton. The owl gained inheritance of leading her on.
Do creatures inhabit your arm?
And the robotic romantic tendencies
Stationed the next street across.
While his spaceship is taking off
…She will carry… what she carries on…
I fell for the same telling the machine
Trading friends for pleasure but she takes the lead.
Unrecalled the name, unrecalled the name
Over see the pressure that’s been taking its hold
Is one month of fun
Now’s your chance to go!
EL ADOBE homes?
Takes the best of me
Some may call it fiction fact is the armor’s getting old.
But the rust remains?!
Hide yourself behind a jury
Or just clean up your act.
And the robotic romantic
Stationed the next street, a cross.