When my friend sees me
he swells and pants like a frog...

There she lay in a pool of blood,
Speared and maimed...

I gotta brain full of demons
haunting me down...

The way you make me feel
You make my heart and soul ill...

Son of my mother has fought,
Unsuccessfully with death...

Though am young, and cannot tell
Either what Death or Love is well...

These white-black ragged walls
stop me from coming ashore...

Like an angel from the sky
you awaken deep feelings high...