Skull

Pass the skull and I
Will pas you by
Dressed in branches
She escapes from my eye

She’s smashing the cobwebs
Cause she feels with her nose
Think I see her running
Oh yeah there she goes

This lonely prison
That she built herself
They say it will fall down
When the clocks strikes twelve

Dressed in branches
The fire speaks her name
It wants to consume her
Thinking it’s a game

Pass the skull and I
Will speak of distant lands
And show the traces
Left by her hands…

 

 

 

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