Kidcrash, The
Space Between Mountains
song pollution. noise in hundreds. the smog is hummingyour worst, and we all cough it up. given a shapeto them, the words in a fury. some stuck in your airways.the grayness overhead. there are choices: past and prison.you have unmade tons, but can you make one? light skewsthe borders the dark in exile for once. the shadows from before lurkbehind the day moon. the night keeps its distance, keeps you in aquestion. all the days halt. there's a block, a loss. wrote our injuriesand it's tragic. disasters in a pattern swarm and waste your youth.your din still grips the ground the space between mountains, where the soundwill settle itself and rest inside you. crippled instruments nearly collapsing.what's ripe now is about to rot on the branches or in your stomach
From Letras Mania