Foetus

Into The Light

Foetus


Strokes so silent and gentile
Dreams so silent so dead
Shut your eyes, make blank of your mind
Into the light
Head into the light

Shut your eyes, make blank of your mind
And don't look under the bed
What stirs in the curtains
Will always be there
Into the light
No wire hangers

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