'Distractions distorted my thought enough to have even thought of it, if they're out there on a window ledge, exterior sill with life laying still... voices coordinated and voracious in whom they wish to impair, upon wings of sin they're out to sit unfit, until I fall forever against my own will.'
'Distractions distorted my thought enough to have even thought of it, if they're out there on a window ledge, exterior sill with life laying still... voices coordinated and voracious in whom they wish to impair, upon wings of sin they're out to sit unfit, until I fall forever against my own will.'