Digging through the storm clouds searching for something different than this. Tear out another page, cross out another day, scrape off the scabs. Catch the rainwater in your eyes, wash out the fucked up things inside. Another month, another years.
The cancers inside of us will keep us dry, the hatred inside of us will keep us dry.
But these hearts will keep on beating despite the smoke, despite the asbestos, despite the urge to give in. The lightning strikes and the house is on fire, I've missed calls but I told off the recruiter.
The cancers inside of us will keep us dry, the hatred inside of us will keep us dry.