Lletres:
Forest Sun

Went hellwards and some of us returned And some of us did not In the fields and in the forests Under the moon and under the sun Another summer has passed

I am your mother, born of the sun I gave you shelter, what have you done? Your heart's in turmoil, my world's in pain I need to turn you back home again

Run through forests On a hot Summer day Trying to break down Walls of numbing pain Give me the freedom to destroy Give me radioactive toy Taste the

leads Murky water runs red as the Holy Father bleeds [Prevail] You speed towards the outline of the tree line in question [Mad Child] The forest

do his thing kid shook his coat and he dropped a fork Ta da! It's a concrete forest of course it is of course it is The lamp posts are the oak trees

's no garden the sun ain't beamed on There's no shoulder that ain't been leaned on There's no color that ain't been seen Purple, red, yellow, blue, forest

the fire goes East winds and winter snows Sun upon the daffodils Dancing on the verdant hills Lambs in the fields Warmer grows the morning sun Days

-the-G G-to-the-A-to-the-zig-zag-Z Gravedigga, nigga, 6 feet deep In the mind I come with the sparks from the attic Yet psychopathic brain tracks is tragic Twist lifting mist like riff of a Taurus Deep in tha forest

time to pay, ah Some folks are cuttin' down the forest Cuttin' down the forest station Some folks are cuttin' down the forest Do we need the devastation