The Tropic Rot

Living with a lack of light, things slip, things slip Things I know very much to be real In here I feel at rest, the insides of my eyelids tell me so They are movie screens I find comfort in that I've been told I can't remain here, to stay here would

Sparks It Will Rain - Poison The Well Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head I want this winged metal to go down, to go down Unfortunately for the ones I'm with I won't stop wishing, hoping, believing That eventually its weight will bring