Paroles de Into The Trees

there in a box with your things, stabbed airholes, and one wing or white lung, when your well will you stay since there is a certain modern earth pain only fit for enduring which one does endure 4 walls of day: and that alone no empty hallway for you bearing the 100 bright light blocking doors of luck and here in the favor of life i will contrive no device against expectation, only announce i have learned to respect the color yellow by cum and by egg and laid low into creature then cast out in the one cold of all names.