In the heat of summer a tiger ate the crocodile.
While peace was free upon the Nile.
And in good time the dead went west.
The east was left with a living crest.
This was stained with blood and vile.
And in the dark the mice could glean the riches that were left unseen.
Then greed took hold and ate the old, and hollow was left within.
So went the day when men killed mice and took what they had given.
The Nightmare in Detroit
Twas a blank night’s day when all our fear was given.
And in our dreams we found new things where escape was in believing.
To dance with death and scream in life gave one a thought of living.