We fled in panic We left him to die The cold will take care No chance to survive
The primitive son of the savage So dull, so uncivilized Backward their thinking, barbaric their customs Worthless their lives Stupid yet harmless, he can’t write nor read Behind his eyes, there’s nothing to see They’ll try him for murder, the best that he’ll get An axe for the insane, off with his head
My mind’s divagating I laid me to rest Thoughts of the unknown Perception as test Reality’s fading Thoughts melt away Angles are bending Relief is astray I’ve ran to the woods I’ve tried to escape I’ll stay in this cold Awaiting my fate
A glow in his eyes, the unusual kind What lies behind this simple mind? A glimmering light comes from inside Comes from insideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.