Letras:Letters To Cleo. Wholesale Meats And Fish. Acid Jed.

One, two, three, go

So the sky is crumbling
I am not afraid 'cause you see this too
So my hands are shaking
I am not afraid 'cause you got it bad

I was counting all the monsters
I am ever going to be
And I was falling a thousand miles an hour
Swirling around, the only sound was acid jed

If this were the last day
And this mind were not mine
Then I can't be ruined
And that's 'cause you are mine

So the sky is crumbling
I am not afraid 'cause you see this too
So my hands are shaking
I am not afraid 'cause you got it bad

If this were the last day
And this mind were not mine
So the sky is, so my hands are
So the sky is, so my hands are