Being beyond the ledges of the concrete
the obvious
With unreality
drifting in
From the roots of a lost breath
that tells me all I know
Nobody really believes me
It is strange
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Being beyond the ledges of the concrete
the obvious
With unreality
drifting in
From the roots of a lost breath
that tells me all I know
Nobody really believes me
It is strange