Hey stranger
You stocked here only for while
I hear you nervous breathing
I see your fear in the way you smile
Tell me stranger
Do you seriously guess?
Your scytheman give a damn
In wich kind of mask you dress
Yourself. Stranger
He’s always at your back
You can always have a chat with him
While he’s breathing at your nack
Imagine, stranger
What would you have to tell
If you would face him. Maybe
Through a hole in a six-gun shell
Live just a mean of a life
Always live in a lie
What a sad and sick world
Which don’t even try
Hey stranger
© Copyright: Тито Варкентин, 2012
Свидетельство о публикации №112083104186
Свидетельство о публикации №112083104186
Рецензии