DeathDcnce

Will Someone Talk to Me? In the green of the sea? Will you listen to me? To the drums of the city rain. Will she talk? Strutting while she walks? Above them she stalks? To the drums of the city rain. He felt smite. The boys started the fight. He wants them locked up tight. Crying all night. To the drums of the city rain. She's bleeding. The blood seething. Her smile creeping. To the drums of the city rain. I'm sick. The death clock goes tock-tick. The doctors jot down notes quick. To the drums of the city rain. She fainted. Unqcquainted. “Oh, she's fakin'” To the drums of the city rain. He has a bruise. But the skin is smoot