It is always there
That which we do not possess
like a wicked and evil eye
On the brains of men
With great faith
no one can rate
We cannot harvest a heart
never made on this earth
and turn away from evil
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
It is always there
That which we do not possess
like a wicked and evil eye
On the brains of men
With great faith
no one can rate
We cannot harvest a heart
never made on this earth
and turn away from evil