Down
I
Go
Again
Breaking
A
Promise
To
Myself
I’d
Never
Visit
No
Gain
Lane
Again
Halfway
Down
Still
The
Same
Twists
Turns
Lines
Re-painted
White
So I know where to go when it's dark....
Alone
I’ll
Send
Signals
To
Build
To
Provoke
A
Reaction
A
Like
A
Love
A
Hope
Whilst
Slaver
Is
Congregating
In
My
Throat
Regurgitating
I'm
Spitting
On
Memory Lane