Brains Colapse

Shot's to fast should see what's like 
Branch & concrete angels are falling with fire back dropping 
On top of your head it's hard to forget they're calling you there 
Old regret's trapped insets in little paper bags 
So in your seeping gravel bed, twilight open ear 
It's so hard to hear 
It's killing me..... But I'm pressing till park 
Ain't got you tied 
I'm bringing it back 
It's on the way 
And taking me back to hell.