What have I done?. Where have I come from?. When I burnt the backs with the sun through a glass. Did I seal the loss that's become me?. . Feeling undone.
Lie. . I'm a fish out of water. Kill me and choke on the bones. Nothing seems to matter anymore. Gotta get back to the reason. Gotta get back to the hole.
Dreams of earthquakes. Dreams of hurricanes. Dreams of pouring rain. Dreams of tidal waves. (To wash us all away). . Dreams of guns blazed. Dreams of fire rage.