Sitting in A Hole (2018) 1st mix
from Orbiting Freakshow Orch Hosted by Orbiting Freakshow Orch
Needs a few tweaks Sitting in A Hole Sitting on my own in a hole I can sense the age of the cold Sitting on my own in a hole Pondering on which head is next to roll I'll ring you and sing you, my last goodbye Sitting on my own in a hole lying back and staring at the sky Puzzled by the story as it unfolds and the universal tears that we'll all cry And still I hear the marching of the clowns Spreading like a virus across the town Years after digging a hole And siting in silence I no longer want the staring role In my own asylum Sitting on my own in a hole laughing at the things that we got wrong and of all the things that we were ever told we'll laugh untill the end of the Sun And still I hear the marching of the clowns Spreading like a virus across the town The bleating of the dumb sheep rapes our ears attacking everything that we held dear
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