Devastated heart, broken dignity, dead faces
Fallen roses, shattered petals, deserted places...
Troop's letter
I have this rage deep inside my soul...
Mountains rose high in a sky turning
purple with splashes of lilac and gold...
Steel
scalpel...
Many sleepless nights ago
I dreamt of a cabin covered in snow...
She always heard the train pass
at a quarter to twelve on Sunday nights...
Who is this little girl?
Why is she crying near the ocean...
I take my empty canvas
And I wash my ready brush...
I wish i was invisible
then no-one could ever see me...
A burden of death has written my fortune
Tyranny overcame blessings...
Off she flew
one starry night...
Screams, and threats and slaps and spits.
That's what i got above your hits...