Haunted by the owelSee ya escape run sit lope Im going for a walk the night as quiet as a mouse a scabby old louse the night wuuu wu wu "if you go down to the woods today youll see the fear in there eyes" running in the woods on a path lit at intervals on mud there are ways trailing off into the dark which i fear to tread wuuu wu wu curious like a cat although catrs fear the haunted and drawn figure that stalks the night wuuu wu wu drawn but afraid walks away into the streets unfamiliar a feather it is mine wuuu wu wuHaunted by the owel
afraid i promise myself
Quiet nowI know the quiet before the storm And smile upon its twisted form Ripped torsos and disquieted eyes Broken minds which feed the fliesQuiet now
But there upon the broken hills Gazing upon men with battered wills There eyes see the greatest sight Of peace and purest angel light
| hullo thar im dave |
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