Lletres:
Screaming Trees Standing On The Edge

Would the end of the day always be so hard Standing on the edge of the wall Sometimes I look down and I fall, yeah Just standing on the edge of the

edge of existence We the clays of intention have ripened in your image Ah, the binds of tradition Your archaic deception numbs our empty beings City that stands on

of red Forced to stand in weak anticipation As rivulets of blood run down the Child's head The chamber fills with screams of violent rage Of petulance

day, day erase night Light of day, day of Darkness They are inside my head Climbing the walls Falling of the sealing Jumping on the floor Voices and calls On the edge

the edge of existence We the clays of intention have ripened in your image Ah the binds of tradition Your archaic deception numbs our empty beings City that stands on

tree! A tree! BILLY was a mountain ETHELL was a tree Growing off of his shoulder BILLY was a mountain (BILLY was a mountain!) ETHELL was a tree Growing

tree! A tree! BILLY was a mountain ETHELL was a tree Growing off of his shoulder BILLY was a mountain (BILLY was a mountain!) ETHELL was a tree Growing

At the edge of existence We the clays of intention have ripened in your image Ah the binds of tradition Your archaic deception numbs our empty beings City that stands on