Song | Acid Drops |
Artist | Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia |
Album | Indian Ink |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist. | |
The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves. | |
As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around. | |
I lie inside an arch of scarlet moat(?) that pulses a little every time : move. | |
The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass. |