Waiting,
for that familiar inspiration to fill my mind...
Smouldering fields,
Raised Abodes...
Tonight is a night,
of crimson red...
I thought i would try somthing a bit diffrent not...
My Name is David Simpson...
Across the street, the little boy walked
Searching for something that was once lost...
Cut
Bleed...
To get inside all you need is a key
But you see, the key, is deep down deep...
Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows...
We are twins
Identical in almost every way...
Wishful thoughts and desperation dance in my mind
Twisted together into something of malicious...
You used to console my heart
Now you've broken it...
Scared little girl
Pretty as a pearl...