A wailing waft blows in through my roundels;
a restless spirit crying out to me...

The tears ive cried
the nights alone...

I was only six or seven when i lost my little...
i was the on e who saw him first...

Our conpanionship narrowing
i feel so lost...

As the night falls the
dankness makes it hard to breath...

This river of hate
drives me to a whole new place...

My molecules are shaking.
my blood is runing thin...

I want to expeirience the rain like no other b 4...
i will stand under the sky and for then i will...

Rattleing chains awakin my deep sleep.
the dogs in the neigbors yard is barking like...

We are the hidden
the ones youve left behind...