Sometimes the music of death sings in and out of...
It suffocates my mind and body with hatred, lies...
On a cold winter day of month six,
I knitted a sweater of lies and deceit...
On a cold winter day of month six,
I knitted a sweater of lies and deceit...
Sometimes the music of death sings in and out of...
It suffocates my mind and body with hatred, lies...
As we get older the call of death gets stronger, our metamorphis is inevitable as we inevitably turn to dust |
The nemisis of man is triggered by thoughts of insanity... |