Crawling up a stone wall, wind blewhe flew into a freefall,then he caught himself again, on the way down,then disappeared behind a drainpipe.
What if I fell, fifteen stories
What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me,
What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling...I imagine myself, living in the groove,in and out and in between, I need some room to move,but I know I'm to big to fit myself between,footsteps and concrete.
What if I fell, fifteen stories
What if my weight wasn't enough to kill me,
What if I were sticky enough to walk the ceiling...than mybe I could live through this.
But I'm afraid of falling, and being trapped underneath,and it's crushing me, I can't shed my skin,it's crushing me, and I'm slipping,it's crushing me,I can't shed my skin...
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