Hi Scars will heal soon The dregs in us spent the earth down
Better than drowning in a burlap sack I live, I, Alice, I die Children shouldn't play with dead things Foaming crows Tear at their wings Sad eyes cry crimson blood
Drop it it's dead Wheels won't turn they won't turn the birdy's head Sad eyes sad eyes like sharpened daggers You'll never walk only stagger Sad eyes quite cryptic Bye
