Text: Terror Firma. Throwing You Down The Stairs. Forced And Defended.

Complacency like a faulty electric blanket that ended up burning the house down. Yeah it was comfortable-like looking at life through someone else's rose colored glasses i found along with the soundtrack from childhood trips to the beach. It's still around me now. It's still as invasive now. Forced and defended, and i can still remember when i relised this the other that that at 17 something didn't add up