Rosyln

Up with your touring. On which you stare and fade. Shed, skin your worry. For what you won't ever find. Don't let it fool you. Don't let it fool you. Down. Don't stick around. For what's never there. Sea of the rock below. Caught up to the undertow. Bones Like teeth they roll. With every crashing note. Wings wouldn't help you. Wings wouldn't help you. Down. Down feels the ground. Gravity's ground. You Barely are blinking. Wearing your face around. Well, it's just become a hole. That Won't. Won't, Won't, let you talk me. Won't let you Talk me. Down. Will put a toy. Right through now.