Spiderfingers Testo

these tears cry for rain. my solitary protest. my selfish revolution. and i am sitting down, i'm looking around. be it deaf ears or no ears at all, no answers were ever expected. and i'm well aware of the transmission of this signal that has left me.. as open, as vulnerable, as victimized; if only by myself. they're at it again. they've done it again. so beg for rain. send that signal.