iβm still chained up in your basement and iβm calling out your name choking on the ashes as the walls go up in flames iβll always say that I donβt need you while iβm burning through my chest sheβll hold my sins up high above me while Iβm trying to confess you lit the fire but at least iβm not left in the cold oh, i hate watching my folks grow old
[ "bats in the attic" by royal fools ]















