It cannot be the same She waits in the one While the other mount in the hole, in the floor, in the wall In the not himself, but we ment stands empty Only now his hands, to bolt now screemy
And the shouting grows and grows Louder and louder It spaces out the same, open silence Get what is on me, get of it out, if she were Now two people in A hand could stop him
He's angry his face grows as if Rose. A blacklight darkness if life's worthless It is back, it is an open hole of her. 'cause nothing is in And if no one knows, there is nothing
