Anna Brag

THE EYES OF ANDY........................................................ ...................... Into them eyes, I saw a black fire, it made me turn backworths, running for the heat.......Feeling like a rat in a suburb, swetting corpses in an overcrouded house.......................................THE END OF THE ROAD...IS A SWAMP...WHAT A MESS....BUT NO ONE TO BLAME..................................Out of them hands, came magical wonders.......someone couldn't bare it, and putted it all....down.......Feeling like a rat on the run.....To much dark days without sun.........................THE END OF THE ROAD...IS A SWAMP...WHAT A MESS......BUT NO ONE TO BLAME....................................................... ...You can make it, but musn't brake it.......or you can shake it.........................Your name was a disilusion...that's why I'm in this confusion.................................tHE END OF THE ROAD IS A SWAMP....WHAT A MESS...BUT NO ONE TO BLAME!!!!!