Aug 18, 2005 14:37
Animal Kill Animal
All the drugs in the world
Wouldn’t help this condition
Can’t help but rely on superstition
Wounds scarred over never really heal
Animal kill animal
The thrill of the hunt
Got the skulls in a paper sack,
and the world on my back
So I write my letters
With the expert grammar
To the living dead,
never be read.