The sun is slowly dying
The moon now arriving...
As Alice sat and pondered on the question
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"...
Bah Bah black sheep
Have you any meat...
Say you've hurt someone
Hurt them real bad...
As I peared into those yellow eyes
I watched Satan in disguise...
Why is it that death scared the hell out of us
And yet, we are not sure what happens...
You see the average child on the street
Walking around with their hand in their mothers...
The blood loss has made me feel drowsy,
The bath water is now a dark red...