How did this happen to me?. I guess I'm to blame. I'm laying faced down. On the pavement and I'm full of pain I just refuse to see. My mind is anarchy. Anticipating and debating. What is left fo
Verse 1 Ragnar Þórhallsson. I been crawling around in mud. Chasing rivers and rubbing salt in the wound. Salt in the wound. Now I'm letting go of letting go. I feel the air light up when I'm alone. Wh
Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base?. Don't you know about the temperature change. In the cold black shadow?. Are you mad at your walls. Or hoping that an unknown force can repair thi