Giant Sand Follow

Giant SandCatapultyou wake up out of anger.go to sleep when you're lal worn out.you don't call the doctor cause you know he can't help you out.you suffer from exhaustion.sick and tired from the end result.you just got to throw something.can't can't complain and can catapult now there's a second on the motion.you're not good for much else.you've duct taped your devotion to the sour of the self.looking in the mirror and it can't be any clearer when you're wondering.the lack of spark and bubble has doubled up your trouble just below the skin.you ask yourself, quite seriously... "how did this forever unclever slip on in ? "