May 17, 2025
More in Early Bytes: 1982-2003 The Desert Forest
Recorded as a song at one time, shame that band I was in never got past rehearsals, I loved singing.
Twisting Turning Falling to the ground The Scorpion is marking the sound His desert forest of darkness is all that he sees The marbled sculpture of a breast He places at his knees The sun beats down on the sands of his heart As the wind tries to tear it apart Drowning in the flesh of another He opens his eyes and sees his sister He dashes her brains against the wall Isn't she the one that made him fall Darkened soul that is his heart He looks at her and starts to laugh Not his sister but a stranger He hadn't warned her of the danger "Oh sorrowful child, your sisters alright I only need her for a few more nights" He tries to leave the desert forest But it's cold and frightening He stands at the edge and sees the world Pain and suffering draws him there "Enter" Oh what a foolish dare He returns to his hell The frozen blaze I wonder Can you see all this In his gaze © 1993, Mosquitobyte
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