I’m falling through the walls into a burning heap
I’m sliding down, my timing’s gone, my legs asleep
The wind it blows right in my soul it rains for weeks
Is this a good or bad thing?

This life is long it stretches on the hours drag
I only ever help you when you’re feeling bad
Is this a good or bad thing?

I want to dig my nails into the fairest skins

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