Testi:
Strife Staring At The Sky

She's lying on her back Staring at the sky Over and over in her head she's asking herself why Release me Free me Can't find out the reasons why Can't

tears dripping on the ground I see this barrel staring up at me will the trigger set me free my legs are shaking as I decide if I'll consider one more

like a frog with his arms and legs outspread I gazed at the coffin I'd brought for him and I gazed at the gruesome dead And at last I spoke Bill liked

do half, my crew laughs at yer rhubarb and custard verses Yer rain down curses but I'm waving, Yer hearse is driving by Streets riding high, with the beats in the sky All stare