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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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