I am my own to me
Using up the darkness
in the mirrors of this room
Yea, I am one with all I see
in this
Do you agree?
I can hear the bright bee hum outside the window
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
I am my own to me
Using up the darkness
in the mirrors of this room
Yea, I am one with all I see
in this
Do you agree?
I can hear the bright bee hum outside the window