Texty: Just Went Black. Tides. Escape, Escape (How Things Are Getting Serious).

Lean back. counteract. how many times have you been there? where nothing
will ever grow again. no faith. no cure. no words for an excuse. too little.
too late. i saw you once there. picking up nails and screws. deep into the
mud of what a man can feel. deep into the mud. caught in a condition apart
of things will work out. deep into mud. play against the time. counter-clockwise
i run. exploit myself for being lost in the end. can't change myself
(within the years). hold on. just a minute. stop to breathe. hold on.
just a minute. begin to realize the weight of the past. hold on. just a minute.
i know it can't be wrong. and I know that. your wounds have just been healed.
but your worried thoughts can not be concealed. a feeding cancer. deep inside.
you breathe your last. i know it can't be wrong to follow what burns inside
your chest