2013-01-06
18:09:28
Dead flies
Dead flies dead flies are falling from the sky.
The air is sour so the reaper passes by.
Rotten threes and all the children cries,
oh what shall we do when the water dries?
All those fools who didn’t want to see the truth,
Are jumping down from heating roofs.
Those who that that God is good,
Will learn that he was only after blood.
Those whose lives are worth a bit more,
Besides the thieves, killers and whores.
They hides in the metros deep under the ground,
they watch each other scream and lick their wound.
The foster in its bosom died before it came.
And who are we but ourselves to blame?
Dead flies, dead flies are falling from the sky.
The air is sour so the mind can not fly.
No longer can we say that destruction is a lie.
Deny makes the gently death come by.
