are you still with me
do you still care
if i were to diy tomorow
wood you even note
the one who calld out in silens
in the boling crowd
the one who was forgoten
never to be known
drownd out by the back grownd nose
that titend rownd his nakid from
and sqwesd the air from with in
know my cuts tell storeys
that no man can tell
know my songs are sagas
that make sens to only me
when you here a war cry
will you think of me
my words are so much like it
with the cold hate and empthey
IM SHOUTING FROM THE ROOF TOPS !
CRYING TO THE WOLD !
WHY AM I INVISBUL !
DEAD TO THE WOLD !
ALL THE […]