Amidst the trash cans lining the street
In preparation for garbage day...
Turning, spinning and frantic, here and there
The world is the instigator, there’s no...
The days have thickened in deceit and death...
Divided presence still remain real, the innocence...
We still have problems
All we do is complain...
Midnight dreams of taking chances,
Under a moonlit sky...
Royalty and Commoners
And the suicide bombers...
And of Horrors
regardless and despite those...
It's sad that one mistake,
can put the future on hold...
It's about someone who was first human, and...
Darling little child, are you listening to me?
What is it that you cannot see...
After the killing,
after all the blood shed...
I walk through the halls everyday
Someone always yells out Dyke...