you go to find your soul Where the paralyzing screem And the echoes dark between Wait in the shadows, Your entering the streets of despair It's a dead
you hear When the only sounds are the drums of war And you left out in the cold A half-dead man in a half-dead world And a yellow-brick road to go
deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead
to eternally rest on his cold body of the begin. His melancholic face, empty of sensations, watches over the dead, motionless, rock of stone, on a parallel
elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead
blood that they crave Like serpents that coil through the streets in the night You prey for your life to be saved Howling like banshees, so full of despair
you hear? When the only sound are the drums of war, and you left out in the cold A half-dead man in a half-dead world, on a yellow brick road to gold
gets fixed before she takes him from you." It's a hot August night and my sister and I are creeping down south Halsted towards a storefront past a storefront stoop and a moon
on the moon in gun heist My gun is a revolver type, there is no other man as hype As The Holocaust, despite hound, an Italian maidswoman Dropped a pale
