When your skies start to rumble and your hands begin to tremble you should know the only way out is in.
When your home starts to crumble and your life begins to tumble down you should know that escape is underneath.
Beneath the rubble of your troubled, scratched soul is where you’ll find what you search your mind to make you whole, again.
Beneath the logic of roads traveled to hell remain your frantic need to shell yourself away from non-upheld promises that from memories fade.
The only way out is in when the rocks land in perfect commotion on top of your devotions to the higher power of yourself.
Heed my warning before the flood begins: the only way out is in.