Dripping off (7:30)
your cheek (7:30)
it states the (7:30)
end of your (7:30)
emotional vanity (7:30)
and suddenly (7:30)
makes solitude (7:30)
a necessity (7:30)
The chills at (7:30)
dawn on your (7:30)
dewy rough lawn (7:30)
and the thick (7:30)
soothing smell (7:30)
of moist pine (7:30)
reminds you that (7:30)
youre out of time (7:30)
As it hits the (7:30)
ground you (7:30)
realize that (7:30)
Im Your (7:30)
evolutionary (7:30)
clog and that (7:30)
youll only end (7:30)
up lost in my (7:30)
- Awaiting Activation
