Dead... |
Standing alone in the large corn field,
The Scarecrow holds his ground...
The time will come,
It always has, it always will...
I didn't know that he could die,
Nor did I me or you...
It was a warm summer night. Friday the 13th in...
I took with me a mirror with a brindle colored...
I can't say exactly where they went,
They just faded away...
Without a name, without a place,
My generation...
Lucifer is coming... lets get the party started! |
I let my mind drift, but the place it drifts to is tormented and fearful. |