Crash

Same oxygen and atmosphere

Convulse around

The ashes fall

During cryptic talks about the year

Inside my body, holes and holes

The paper tells

A different tale

Than the ones you hear

But are you even there?

I'll throw you out of the line

Like you cling on to the past

The call is for remembering

You'll have to trust me in the end

During cryptic scenes and memories

Inside the story, holes and holes

The pages fell

Inside the well

Words disappeared

But were they even there?

I borrow time from a while back

I predicted we might crash