Fooolintherain:
My voice has gone to hell
Fooolintherain:
Running confusion
Fooolintherain:
like spinning plates
Fooolintherain:
lungs can't breathe when they're alone
Fooolintherain:
Touch
Fooolintherain:
I'll pour down like water in between the sky and doubt
Fooolintherain:
All the I hear is the deafening sound
Fooolintherain:
In limbo
Fooolintherain:
hiding in the leaves
Fooolintherain:
Bottom of the sea
Fooolintherain:
Hustlers we don't sleep, we rest one eye up.