Same story, same target, different time. Cyclical reaction from the prisoners of the bilnd. Trying to fight time, it's a battle of the mind. Waiting for redemption, surviving in a bind.
I felt the. Faint trace of thunder. Rattle this old house. I saw the fire light the sky. But there's no sign of rain anywhere. . I need a hurricane. To empty out this place.
Well it's 9 P.M.. And you still haven't called me back. And if I try it again. I think you'll feel like you're under attack. . I don't think I can take it.