Rotating head, keeps on the right side Coiled up and tense remains on the lookout Expects to be shot or get given the bullet Rotating head tries to look
The dogs frightened by oppression Don't even have hatred or even the control to eat away everything The fear of pressure pierces through Throw away
: I can feel something I know that you're hurting so deep inside It's hard to be open when all that you hope for just seems to die Sometimes the world
I can feel something I know that you're hurting so deep inside It's hard to be open when all that you hope for just seems to die Sometimes the world
