A storm’s a brewin’
Yet stirs not a tree,
The storms in my head,
Where no one can see.
There’s a twister a turnin’
‘Cause both sides collide,
And they’re shoutin’ an’ screamin’,
Of course some have died.
I don’t like the voices
They’re goin’ to kill me
It’s dog eat dog,
In my of voices sea.
17: 11 29/03/2006
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