Drifting into the flood again
The void is right around the bin
So many delusional thoughts
Riding on heaven's wind
Perplexed by all the sights and sounds
The day goes by like a whiper
All I hear are hell's hounds
I can't run away, can't get around
From the darkness that leads me
Into the abyss
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
Drifting into the flood again
The void is right around the bin
So many delusional thoughts
Riding on heaven's wind
Perplexed by all the sights and sounds
The day goes by like a whiper
All I hear are hell's hounds
I can't run away, can't get around
From the darkness that leads me
Into the abyss
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