a rock fan.
I'm a musician.
Lyrics
color of my eyes, brown
turns red hanging upside down
I tried to climb down this tree
but his roots has a fatal disease
the vultures stand gracefully
look at me profile, patiently
I don't remember the cause
but I begin to feel its claws
It's a shame
you let go of my hand
salty taste in my mouth
water cry out loud
dirt perfume attracts flies
as I am dying, green tree dries
white skeleton can't breath
it's the dance of the death
from here, I send you a kiss
thanks, I needed to go through this
