Spirit and Dust
Hand and Limbs
Oh shit, I'm doing it againcutting off my hands and limbs.And I wish to lay within,but I can't seem to find it.Broad Street has so many colors,but they all seem to dim.Well, we have something in common.Do they war with themselves too?Well I thought I could hide,by pleasing everyone in sight.But I have lost the light.I have lost my mind!I have got no guidanceas to what's wrong and right.But you can't play a prairie dogwho is pawn to both sides.I just want to find me some day.
From Letras Mania