The hairy legs,
And poisonous fangs...

The streets are filled,
With crowded spaces...

The knife,
With its blade so sharp...

The smooth slicing,
The blade so sharp...

They say that we are living,
But what exactly are we living for...

Thinking blue,
Like the skies above...

Ive loved you since forever,
And would have asked you long ago...

Knocking on heavens door,
Hoping your not to busy...

Running so very far away,
Im trapped in this world...

The mountain of truth,
Shadowed by the mountain of lies...

My life isnt great,
But my life isnt bad...

Cold shivers down my spine,
The rains in my hair...