There`s a bullet in my hand
A thought in my head
Black bird on my shoulder
That screams the end
My death is my hope
Fear I shall forget
Your face as my dope
I won`t be late
I walk through this garden
Full of pain and disaster
I must do it
I have to obey my master
The bells are still ringing
But my love
I`m not in the garden anymore
I`m above
blood on my hands
Post je objavljen 23.08.2007. u 19:02 sati.