Status: hold
Temper Trap
Spaces seem so deep.
Time runs either too slow or fast, a clock tics-tocks for us to hear.
Bodies lay awake, dead or asleep.
My mind changes thoughts and I mesh within the clouds.
This is where the temper trap snaps.
Time runs either too slow or fast, a clock tics-tocks for us to hear.
Bodies lay awake, dead or asleep.
My mind changes thoughts and I mesh within the clouds.
This is where the temper trap snaps.
- Prologue
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When I wake up
part 1