Constant
Rusten bites moaning
Screams, moaning growing
No one but all around.
Grinden a dusted town
This isn't where i grown
It's all Small,
it's all thrown
Thats not me look at me
I wasn't going to nor won't be
Yet not sorry can't be
He is dead, now i'll
Olden bites rusting
Laughs, moans growing
Not one but all around