across these walls are my loathing scrawls
All my lovers live on pages, i am one in the glow of the rising sun Traffic, my muscles pulse and burn alive
maybe i ve had better days
Across these walls are my loathing scrawls, maybe i ve had better days, across these walls are my loathing scrawls
and from this perch i am a god
So i glide blindly through the streets, so i glide blindly through the streets
maybe i ve had better days
this day was a slanting misfire
The river speaks to me one final step and i will fly, into that waiting darkness
Maybe i ve had better days, i hear the water underneath the bridge, across these walls are my loathing scrawls
i am one in the glow of the rising sun
So i glide blindly through the streets, swarming thought infestation
Maybe i ve had better days, across these walls are my loathing scrawls Traffic, i hear the water underneath the bridge
Maybe i ve had better days, i am one in the glow of the rising sun, across these walls are my loathing scrawls
And i can hear the traffic haze, so i glide blindly through the streets
This brain is a buzzing beehive, the river speaks to me one final step and i will fly
It keeps me lonely reading, my muscles pulse and burn alive
and when the night finally falls
Maybe i ve had better days, maybe i ve had better days, i am one in the glow of the rising sun
this day was a slanting misfire
Maybe i ve had better days, across these walls are my loathing scrawls, she ll wrap her arms around me and when i drop into the sea
Swarming thought infestation, i hear the water underneath the bridge Haze, i am one in the glow of the rising sun
across these walls are my loathing scrawls
and from this perch i am a god