The Streets
The moon it howls so painfully
The streets I find so cold
With pavements full of holes
From the fools that look for gold
I tell myself be happy
For this now is all behind
Think of better memories
Although there are none in my mind
All walking now is painful
On the stumps I have for feet
The bloodied shards of flesh
Trail behind me on the street
I am going now ita019s over
I long for unwaking sleep
To take this f*** ing pain away
From the wounds so very deep
My mind forever shattered
By events that have taken place
My shades dangle pitifully
From a flesh deformed face
The face of all results
Of a race now thrashed and beat
The rumble comes again I hear
And blows away the street
The moon it howls so painfully
The streets I find so cold
With pavements full of holes
From the fools that look for gold
