Friday, December 18, 2009

Filth is coming out of the drains, again.


The strings are pulled, the knives are high.
Mr. Honey Tongue is talking of love, rolling bones and souls towards the graves.
From the withered mountain Mr. Crippled Brain is barking with his twisted tongue.
The stage is set, the guests are met, who'll be the first to start the dance ?
And we thought it was over.

2 comments:

Mirovamira said...

lyrics to a new song?

Dario-V- said...

no lyrics but the sad truth.