Foxtails piosenki

heads weigh heavy on a conscious conscience drifting, regressing, receptive and focused but still hanging off of a precipice tremors in my veins pavement melts with rain everything's the same i'm afraid humming over rain on asphalt cold breaks...

when did these bruises start to keep me from moving / it's been two months and i can't remember / what it is i've done right where's the wavelength that i'm supposed to be on? / i think i fell off of it / a very long time ago / what's the point of this heart...