i don t even know who i am anymore or how to stay calm through the storm is it raining harder than before there s a sickness up there somewhere i can feel it seeping through the fucking floors rotting me slowly to my core sometimes the earth takes control it holds you tight never letting go but you re not choking until the air you breathe becomes so sweet that you d do anything for a taste of a little more the panic grows this cycle flows it s growing loud and i m further from home am i getting used to this drone enthroned in grey this feels like being buried in stone i fall for the same shit every day but it never gets old sometimes the earth takes control it holds you tight never letting go but you re not choking until the air you breathe becomes so sweet that you d do anything for a taste of a little more