Don't find out the hard way,
You're walking on thin ice,
You knew, you were warned.
A perverted appetite,
A perfect fury,
I'm so quick, I'm very dangerous.
We're not done yet,
We're not done yet.
Primitive and violent,
My true nature shows itself,
Best to put me out of the way.
We're not done yet,
We're not done yet.
Anything can happen,
Anything can happen,
Anything can happen,
Anything can happen.
YOU ARE READING
Crackle
PoetryPossibly the darkest collection of songs that I've written, to date. Also, that's my own artwork on the cover. Published under my Wandering Faith moniker.
