His Wings Are Clipped
He's Searching Through
Sheets of Shame
Tournniquet Around His Head
Waking Watchfull Eyes
Remember What The Children Said
Tigers in His Bed
I See Bullets in His Brain
Wading Through
A Waterfall of Stifling Pain
Conjuring a Sensual Theme
Soundless Thoughts in a Deafening Scream
In a Sickly Shroud of Bleak Surprise
All of Us Must Close Our Eyes
Sit and Scratch The Pain Away
Crying in The Distance
An Old Man Shouting To Be Heard
Answers Flying Through The Air
On Wings of Death
Bitter Pills, Throbbing Sores
Searching Endless Chores
His Wings Are Clipped
He's Searching Through
Sheets of Shame
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