Well let's take off from the start. I know you tried all this before. And did your best to fight the war. And break it off. But if I follow my name. I will calm you in the storm.
Faded and worn at the seams. A psychotropic wanderlust, sick and laughing. Their words bear their teeth into the wall. I promised I would rid the world of feral animals.
Well I was caught inside the wreck. Never found my way out, I was filled with indifference. The animals, they were getting tired. So I sang them a song, 'cause they promised not to take too long.