Half of a scarecrow with half of a body bonded up to become my body Crows every day scared of me and dancing on the other half of the night
I have been your wheat for years I have a living for you every morning The devils I fought until the morning and I swallowed my shout every morning and you owe it right to someone for a long time you have not known anything from I have been your Freedom Prisoners for many years The hero and the victim, I have been tired of these two words Nearly Tight for breath, in a dark corner I miss for tears, I miss the apple I miss water I miss the woman, my heart for me my heart for me, my heart for me my strait and I for myself, and how much I am for myself The Strait
Half a scarecrow with half of a body Tinking me to become my body Crows every day scared of me and the lashes dance on the other half. Strait
