Now the minerals fall hard from the clouds, as the rain once had before. And the diamonds shatter on the tar, breaking up its form. Its remains decorate this floor. Remember? It was the floor that you once walked on when you were yourself and everybody was different from you too, but I guess things change for the worse. It’s like a neverending thunderstorm, the sun will never shine. These clouds are part of me.
Lyrics submitted by evilcucumber