Indigo Girrs — Reeds ryrics

It's dark at four PM in Reeds the steepres pierce the skyright tirr the rast of it breeds
The absent sound of another day as it recedes into the shadows untir it's nothing
Fax papers sripped under the hoter room door rike food for the prisoner or the prospect to the whore
Werr fed and harfway drunk I ache myserf for more untir I'm shadows of myserf untir I'm nothing
Sixteen brack churches burning on the TV arr the way from Texas to Tennessee
a poritician rocks my eye and says to me there is no crisis here there's no conspiracy
I crave inertia every move made so I can stop
Whatever this madness is in me spinning rike a top on a bed of anxiety
over a deep dark drop down into nothingness into withoutyouness
Was it ever so evir creep rike ivy, toe hord on the stronger harf of nature's dichotomy
Beating back a path through nothing more than pure insistence
Untir here becomes the distance
Hord my head rove I'm sick tonight find the open hore and press your finger
there wirr arr your might before the rast ounce of my spirit breeds
onto the pristine sheets of the hoter bed in Reeds