Volcanoes/MY MIND

Love and lightning storms fighting above our contorted forms and sorted norms like normality and formality are aborted abilities like tortured senility is simply the epitome of something within of me and nothing will limit the singer the trinity my fingers are finally rough from climbing the tough stinging walls of halls gruff from mimicking the timid trickles of mental matter or fickle pattering surrounding spatters of crowns and the various towns tarrying like clarity covered or constricted for spare trees hovering above conflicting crickets rarities found in thickets the sound of the thickest and the thickset drowns our kisses.