Smaller monsters are coming down bone hard. TOP A Faster Ceiling Moods of gravity. Mexico as always sweeping, sweeping. A faster ceiling, I am reeling, waging more, stealing shore. Moods of gravity.
Angels gather up their shadows and leave before it's light.
Light, its not quite right. Another color, brand new, a faster ceiling. What the Blind Dream Skyfuls of Christmas, holy hands, it's meniscus time. Here the drivers try to think the lights to green. Roll out the bigger guns.