Such is the madness of the human heart that we're still here walking home. Such is the madness of the human heart that we're still here walking home. Tattooed into a brain. A wandering need. Straight to the source to cut off the leg. Words that do not just fall into each other. Words that repeat till they're dead. Still walking. And my ghost is still walking home. And my ghost is still walking. And my ghost. Such is the madness of the human heart that we're still here walking home. And I can't see. There are things that I can't see now. There are things that I can't see now. There are things.

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS