There was something I’d found With the day light. It’s a death without sound And without a fight.
Eyes without winking Seem to see Everyone who sees them. I believe it’s not dreamin’ It’s just screamin’. There’s result that it’s dared Carcass damaged hard It appeared in a dead end From the birth-egg start. Eyes without winking Seem to see Everyone who sees them. I believe (I believe) it’s not dreamin’ It’s just screamin’.
Searching the other young men’s hints, Thinkin’ o’ sexy hot pursuit by a mannikin, Women’s hearts are god-shaped high, Wishing they were no place to hide. There is something wise In the pressed roach eyes.