Apt. A (1) ​cLOUDDEAD (Ft. Illogic)

[Part 1: A Intro]

[Instrumental]

[Part 2: She's Calling]

[Doseone]
Empty
Things
She's calling
She's calling me tonight
From just inside my lips
And
I'll write her
Betterment of the world through wish
Wish I'd
Fall off, growing distant
I'll write her
And pull my face fresh
From the waxy palms it's kept soft in

[Why?]
There's something
To the fading of faith
My whole childhood
Was the broken guitar
And my sister's silly
Yellow blanket
Now I carry
Slender and sexy curved
Sledge hammers
To break the bricks
I bought
I should have never went to college
But took a trip to Costa Rica
To cut rainforests
To choke myself