Dawn in a hole,
deep inside the heart,
the wings is burning
like the stars in the sky.
The scream of the hood,
but not for the graves,
kills the rest of the land.
Nightmares and dreams,
future and past,
too much to see,
to much to accept.
I saw the line
throw my story, a long
time ago, no more words
no more pain.
The circle is finding
their bottles, pins,
shit, too much shit.
Not now, please.
I can't stand up now,
there's no more power,
it's my fault, i know.
i knew...