| Drown |
| Can't tell the difference between dark or light signs and smells of the invisible night blood and rust in the palm of my hand I focus corpse city wasteland in the blackness of my slivery soul things they're burried and things I stole the rain is soft dark crystal tears I've been waiting for too many years dogs fight for pride they die for pride insane storm rides the skyline eye of storm string and divine roof top horizon of deat hand dirt we've murdered and killed the earth dogs fight for pride they die for pride dogs fight for pride the loser's corpse is pushed aside the concrete anguish inside scream I breathe stinking subway steam a bitter heart fills my my days am I condemned to feel this way. |