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.