Wondering
Then came the sound of pounding feet
Louder louder they do grow
All around surrounding them
Above and so it seems below
Louder louder they do grow
All around surrounding them
Above and so it seems below
Gustav Mahler
Trees into the sky grow tall
Their branches there do meet
Blocking from the sight of all
The sun its burning rays
The little girl she sits and stares
Through grimy windows face
Wondering when her mum will return
Into that derelict space
Trees into the sky grow tall
Their branches there do meet
Blocking from the sight of all
The sun its burning rays
The little girl she sits and stares
Through grimy windows face
Wondering when her mum will return
Into that derelict space
Where Eyes Stray
Did you ever let your eyes stray
To another place
Where nothing but illusions grow
Like toadstools in a row
Speckled red and white they be
Like corpuscles shared in hell
Floating around inside your blood
Doing what they do so well
To another place
Where nothing but illusions grow
Like toadstools in a row
Speckled red and white they be
Like corpuscles shared in hell
Floating around inside your blood
Doing what they do so well
A Message Contain
Wonder maybe why I write
Words so strange
Strung together so they be
Like pearls upon a string
Marching endlessly up and down
And sometimes in between
Awake awake you sleepy head
See what is coming down
Words they have no meaning
Unless a message do contain
Words so strange
Strung together so they be
Like pearls upon a string
Marching endlessly up and down
And sometimes in between
Awake awake you sleepy head
See what is coming down
Words they have no meaning
Unless a message do contain
Lovely Running Gore
You scratch your head
Your pate grows sore
Furrows run around
Gashes deep and red they are
Lovely running gore
And so another tale is told
Waves crash upon the shore
Bringing to you a tale of woe
Sea shells all in a row
Listen carefully and you will hear
Look closely you will see
All is delusion
Subterfuge
and so it is
Your pate grows sore
Furrows run around
Gashes deep and red they are
Lovely running gore
And so another tale is told
Waves crash upon the shore
Bringing to you a tale of woe
Sea shells all in a row
Listen carefully and you will hear
Look closely you will see
All is delusion
Subterfuge
and so it is
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