I have no head The forest floor is my bed The leaves that fall I use as a blanket For my bones are as cold as lead The ways of old Those hungry mouths The things they say I have no eyes The forest floor I despise But I will not be gone in the morning I will lie still here I will lie Said to me to the edge of the trees On a Monday afternoon I waited till noon Lay on your hotbed Breathe it in Sickly sweet to my rotting skin But you follow the road And it was just a dust Lay on your hotbed Breathe it in Sickly sweet of my rotting skin But you follow the road And it was just a dust Standing there in the frosty air And you are time Ive come You follow the road And it was just a dust Just a dust Just a dust I feel no pain The blood is frozen in my veins And although you were here in the morning My skin was cold before you came My skin was cold before you came https://youtube/watch?v=sp6fmUD-DwI
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 14:39:50 +0000
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