The light is failing and I'm still fucking here. In these high places. Do not trust the horse. She'll only throw you off. To watch this willful maniac come to a dead. Shit that comes to me in dreams through a ghost net with a spider weave with a spider weave. It's out of control my dear and we're still fucking here and we're still fucking here. Do not trust the horse. She'll only throw you off. To watch this willful maniac come to a dead fucking stop.