Lyrics: Letters To Cleo. Wholesale Meats and Fish. Acid Jed.

So the sky is crumbling. I am not afraid 'cause you see
this too. So my hands are shaking. I am not afraid
'cause you've got it bad. I was counting all the monsters
I am ever going to be and I was falling a thousand miles
an hour swirling around, the only sound was Acid Jed.
If this were the last day and this mind were not mine,
then I can't be ruined and that's 'cause you're all mine.
So the sky is. So my hands are