Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. . I know where the body is. I know why the branches twist. And when the well is getting low. How it came to be so. . I'm going back, yeah.
Nothing is a color. I cross the desert. Nothing is alive. . What does the black top know that I have not cracked with my mind. Nothing is a color. Gray as the pill.
Nothing is a color. I cross the desert. Nothing is alive. . What does the black top know that I have not cracked with my mind. Nothing is a color. Gray as the pill.