Where go the scare crow
Now he have a hat of straw
With living blade of grass
He picked it on Dark Morass
But when he goes ahead
He walks like shooted in the head
Dead one he is not, but do not be fooled
Deaf one he is, his mouth is dull
He spokes not, don't let him in
He'll look at you and serve you bargain
He'll touch your soul through stained glass
Then you will know to tremble your ass
His crows won't let you sleep all night
And with their wings will come insight
When you realise, that comes the offer
You should stand still or gain a chamfer
His blade of grass will be your scythe
He catch you in but not to soothe
Your pain will feed his glowing eyes
You'll have no chance to ease demise
He'll raise his arms and suck you whole
And world won't see that you are gone.
Now he have a hat of straw
With living blade of grass
He picked it on Dark Morass
But when he goes ahead
He walks like shooted in the head
Dead one he is not, but do not be fooled
Deaf one he is, his mouth is dull
He spokes not, don't let him in
He'll look at you and serve you bargain
He'll touch your soul through stained glass
Then you will know to tremble your ass
His crows won't let you sleep all night
And with their wings will come insight
When you realise, that comes the offer
You should stand still or gain a chamfer
His blade of grass will be your scythe
He catch you in but not to soothe
Your pain will feed his glowing eyes
You'll have no chance to ease demise
He'll raise his arms and suck you whole
And world won't see that you are gone.
Nie zmieniamy się, tracąc. Po prostu dodajemy nowe kawałki.
Mam nadzieję, przynajmniej.
kurwa.
OdpowiedzUsuńjak będę duża, to wsiądę w pociąg jak będzie mi źle i do Ciebie przyjadę. nawet, jakbym miała ostatnie grosze na to wydać i wracać stopem.
Duszka.