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