Chokebore Pacific Sleep Patterns
It's the end of the raining, the end of the raining,
nothing stopped but the dullness, all the dullness. All
my enemies they can see in the dark, in the dark they see
double I swear, I don't need this trouble. It's the end
of the raining, the end of the raining and your hands
fluttering on. They're moving slow like some wicked
animal.
