Mystic C...

Rookie (03/22/94 / United Kingdom)


Sat, sat in the corner, the boy who's life was demanded
The rose which had whittled and died laid in his hand
The endless chime of the grand father clock froze dead
And as he rose from the ground all skin and no bone
As his ribs were shown so horrifically much like carnage
His parched lips began to sing, a song of change
Someday life will become different
Someday life will change
But for the worst or the best is indeed unknown

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