Turned over cars
With your eyes
It’s you, it’s you

Like a storm
Bleak red and raging seas
Autumn greys, autumn greys

Car crashes
In this riot
Left for dead

Blackened days
And backgrounds are different colours

No body likes the alternative, alternative
No body likes them dead and orange

No body likes the alternative, alternative
No body likes them dead and orange

No body likes the alternative, alternative
No body likes them dead and orange

No body likes the alternative, alternative
No body likes them dead and orange
No body likes them dead and orange

Cherished struggle
We paint trees
December 7, one made a 6 turn
Sat down
Mystery
Surrounded, surrounded with what we see