• Surounding all the ground around me,
    there's this holy crow above me.
    Black as our second sun.
    I stick my hand into th shadow.

    I pull the peces form the sand,
    and try to at atempt to reasemple.
    Sugest who i might have been.
    I do not reconize the vecial,

    but the eyes look so familer.
    Iike phosphorous in desert buttons.
    Singing one familer song.