Ground down
Completely dusted
Mortar and pestle
Trust me
We’ve been deconstructed
Knocked down
Spontaneous combustion
About to blow off
Mortar in a mortuary
Blowing mortar off the bricks
Bricks blown to bits
Can’t box me in
I’m growing, ripening
Turned towards the sun
Let the light come in
Seems like we’re going for a sprint
Team Tomato never slowing down a bit
I’m really truly proud of them
I can’t say it enough
I’ve never doubted them
To the stars
Look to the sky higher, please
Not yet
Any well-known notoriety
Know I’m bound to invent
Not trying to fight
Burning bridges
Can’t build strong foundations
With dynamite
It’s noted
They needed me vitally impropriety
Improper decency
Defining decisively
Deciding all these decisions
Seems frightening
Threatening, I’m running
They’re coming, tightening