Life Magazine - Cold Cave, Prurient

I dig myself

To the center of the earth

And then there was a hole

I crawl back

And put a knock upon your door

But there was no one home

I’m not going back

I climb clouds

To the bluest of the sky

And all i saw was air

I rain my love

To the heads that breathe below

But none of them cared

I’m not going back