tayastar1219

My sweet little woodpecker, Beat your wings close to my head. I can hear your whisper. Even if inside you're dead. The red, oh the red, It's running down the wall. Sing softly, my pet, or don't sing at all. Gently now, be careful, If you pull too much it'll tear. If it rips then grounded I'll be, Deep down under there. The spirals are twirling, I can feel it in the air. We'll die like this, you know, Choking on a hair. Living in a Wonderland, Is it any wonder we're dead? The Deadmen sing their happy tunes While painting each other red.