Texty: This Is Hell. Sundowning. Here Come The Rains.

I've been thrown in to this mess now I'm just trying to survive.
This is the sound of a young man breaking ties.
Out here nothing makes sense, I cant decipher fact from pretense.
This is the sound of a young man breaking ties.
This is a convoluted attempt to find some source of hope, this is the sound of letting go.
You might feel the urge to turn back now, cause we know it just gets worse and worse.
Regrettably this might just be a waste of time.
It just deteriorates verse by verse.
If you're still reading along be warned, its the kind of thing that ends in a dot dot dot.
If you know what I mean just hang your head, it's the kind of thing that ends...
Dark skies for ominous times.
These days, they just get worse and worse.
Now that you know how this ends you can get started making amends, it just deteriorates verse by verse. If your still reading along be warned, its the kind of thing that ends in a dot dot dot.
If you know what I mean just hang your head, its kind of thing that ends...so just read along