Dec 04, 2004 11:37
On my way to my dismay
I found sawblades hidden in hay
On blue-electric coldy cold nights
I saw nooses hang from streetlights
On the rise to my demise
I found shadows dressed as horse flies
and feel the punctures you are sendin'
As vampires bite Achilles' tendons
On the rise to my demise
I saw green spots orbit your eyes
I see you speak with in joyful ways
'bout singing devils who feed your craze
On my way to my dismay
The moon was red, the sky was grey
Oh here is where it ends I know
by dusk I die on Black Cat Road