hawks, hanging like nails
driven into twilight skies
crucifying stars
tonight- lightless skies.
the moon is scared, and hiding-
the sound of dead leaves
tomorrow my breath
will be wind through scattered snow
dying on this trail
i refuse to breathe
frome machines and tubes again
now please, pull the plug
driven into twilight skies
crucifying stars
tonight- lightless skies.
the moon is scared, and hiding-
the sound of dead leaves
tomorrow my breath
will be wind through scattered snow
dying on this trail
i refuse to breathe
frome machines and tubes again
now please, pull the plug