John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
John Frusciante
Empty, you're half a mind
Wait on, erase time
And I've found to be too many
Crawl to numbness of the womb
In chambers thrown, yourself out first
They all break out
And they all break out
...to what times a revolver
We moved away from God
There's no place to drive
There's no place to drive
All along that day