Stranded/Housing

Got a free ride in your caravan
And the wind blew like a dead man's breath
And we just couldn't get along
It felt like we were heading straight towards death

I heard you promise not to look back
It's the aging, not the growth of your lungs
I only try to hark, felt your spine crack
You know we could've pressed our tongues

Ill riddling, whatever comes out
All I can sheerly promise is a damn falling
Doesn't matter what you're about
You'll always encounter my selfless loathing

Saw your unearthed mind in stark
Goddamn, I should've known more
It's a whole other fear, a whole new mark
The past is the past and I am me no more

And I'm stranded, in a housing
How did I get here? So confusing
The colors of the iris, all mixing
I will go right through you

Stranded in a housing
More confusing than the colors of the iris
I'll go right through you
I'll go right through you