Trappist

Okay, so they've masturbated while high again.
The noon roll high at dice
It may be 3 pm, but it's still wake 'n' bake
When your toenails match the color purple
In these, company of frogs, we find the bothersome plague
Why is it!? Always seems we do not retain the most crucial steps
Only the broken way to planetary glover
Whispering against the wind
We have two dozen seeds!
To plant the soil against
Open airway seas
A plot taken thick, immense
Journeys into the holistic view of a penchant slew
Defy my outer region
As your interval season
In the bleakest reason
We find logic abandoned
And emotion at the helm of all measure
The strings cost the ropes attached