Hi

Scars will heal, soon
The dregs in us spent the earth down

Better than drowning in a burlap sack
I live, as Alice, I die
Children shouldn't play with dead things
Foaming crows tear at their wings
Sad eyes cry crimson blood

Drop it, it's dead
Wheels won't turn, they won't turn the birdy's head
Sad eyes
Sad eyes like sharpened daggers
You'll never walk, only stagger
Sad eyes, quite cryptic
Bye