Journal linked to the outside

Iris set to sun, I’m lost

I’m thinking the gallows the best option lately

They stole what was precious to me, and why not

Gotta dig a tunnel through the city, there’s not long left to go

Gotta dig a tunnel through the city, push your soul

Burn the building from a distance

Send your get wells somewhere else

I’m walking away, and I suggest you do the same

Guidance makes the belief in heroes from the past no more

Take the uncertain home please and just break it

I steal what is precious to me and why not

Gotta dig a tunnel through the city, there’s not long left to go

Gotta dig a tunnel through the city, push your soul

Burn the building from a distance

Send your get wells somewhere else

I’m walking away, and I suggest you do the same

I’m walking away, may I suggest you do the same