Dec 2013
The music dims
Screams shout out.
Crazy crowds of asylum reach the skys like a shaman from an Indian tribe.
Lights flicker down the street you know the place where the dogs meet? Soft crys whistle down the hollow passage.
The fluint skys reach out across the damp wet tall grass and I wonder why. Why do I hear a cry. like a soft driven mad child of the night, it rings threw my mind and i wonder why.
Screams shout out.
Crazy crowds of asylum reach the skys like a shaman from an Indian tribe.
Lights flicker down the street you know the place where the dogs meet? Soft crys whistle down the hollow passage.
The fluint skys reach out across the damp wet tall grass and I wonder why. Why do I hear a cry. like a soft driven mad child of the night, it rings threw my mind and i wonder why.
