The angry dreams of wolves about
dancing 'round there stupid victims
The jungle man will scream and chant
His tounge the last to salt
eyes closing now
Mouth open
the jaws of one will swollow us all
now hurry
we scatter like roaches when the lights turned on
With the howling dinner bell

04/03/2009

Posted on 04/04/2009
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