The murderers of my soul 21. 09. 12

The murderers of my soul
Crawling in the dark
Creeping is so slow
No hiss, no bark

Not a hint of presence
Not a shadow on a wall
Blind crescents
Greeting that nightfall

No hope at all
No one to call

The murders of my soul
The killers of my dreams
My thoughts they stole
My silent screams

Not a hint of anything
Not a shadow on a wall Nightmare's on a swing
Life seems so empty and so small

Not sleeping after all

21 сентября 2012 в 23:09

John Frusciante – Murderers


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