As the old lady walked through the city of the...
she held the magic Mojo tightly, close to her...
As I watch the snow fall
And crash against the cold wall...
They're afraid of the pure yellow sunlight,
The skin that surrounds their body is cold...
I eat away at my dry lips
That know none other than their own...
We have Falcon's eyes
with them we can't see ourselves...
As such, the darkness seems to clothe the very...
warmth...
It seems that the cold,
It enters without invitation...
Everyday when I wake up. All I see is darkness...
When the nothingness was brand new
It was all I could do to not think of you...
Those who think they are of the eye...
The translucent shudder on the walls...
Licking his lips from bloody pesticide,
snickering at all of the young ones...
Spirits spirits
Take away my misery...