Aliens In My Head
Celladoor
5:51Curse this forsaken town It won't let me out Even on the up Feels like I'm coming down This sought clichè I cannot escape I lash out When I am Afraid Afraid You were so small Crawling on the wall You were innocent But then aren't we all Tears taste like salt It's good to taste at all I just hate you But it's not your fault Fault