just-whelmed: now the waves, they drag you down. carry you to broken ground. though i’ll find you in
just-whelmed: now the waves, they drag you down. carry you to broken ground. though i’ll find you in the sand, wipe you clean with dirty hands. so goddamn this boiling space; spanish sahara, place that you’d wanna leave the horror here. forget the horror here, forget the horror here, leave it all down here; it’s future rust and it’s future dust. i’m the fury in your head, i’m the fury in your bed, i’m the ghost in the back of your head…[Life Is Strange] -- source link