plain sight by kafeteria

I was the start of a rhyme that never came, now I’m left with a time that feels the same. Way down, all the way down. They understand what it’s like to sit and stare at everything built upon structures that barely stand. Way down, all the way down, to stop from keeping this. Hiding out, out in plain sight to test your eyes, are they tired of lying and telling tall tales this time. Way down, all the way down.

Genre

Rock