When my little brown goldfish died
I was really quite surprised...
You will not be forgotten
I know you taste not rotten...
Imagination of an enigma dwelling in the abyss of...
chains of consciousness by the guardian of life...
Imagination of an enigma dwelling in the abyss of...
chains of consciousness by the guardian of life...
You will not be forgotten
I know you taste not rotten...
Behind my river I sit
My river of concrete and tears...
When my little brown goldfish died
I was really quite surprised...