Pickering Pick
Ozymandias
Oh, it's not clear if you're hereTo harm me or to help meSo I am sitting on a log and waitingFor the coming of the kingdomTerrible, beautifulAnd really unbelievableYou'll feel it in your sleepAnd you'll wake up and panicOur raptures decliningAnd it's multiplyingFaces on the surface of the skySo she's coming downAnd out of itRed light and a blue light and a green lightTo mark her passage to the woodsShe will light usBut does it withA broken metal skeletonDesert below the sandLike OzymandiasOur raptures decliningAnd it's multiplyingFaces on the surface of the sky
From Letras Mania