you down, the dogs will sniff you out You are found, from the smell of your fear, in a room of remorseful faces Now we watch the walls containing the
I swim through a sea of trials and persuasion obvlivious to my luke warm skin Knocking on dishonours door oblivious to my luke warm skin I brought out
The years have become pleasant and full of Joy Pleasant and full of Joy Then the world becomes confusing Grey skies gather and all my vision disappears THROWN TO THE WOLVES WITHOUT
throw fists, split lips and crash through walls All because we're writing history at Dorothy's GREAT FUN WRITING HISTORY! Dip your brush in ink as we remind ourselves on these walls
