Curt goes, “Woohoo”
My soul
Is at best
The lie
On behest
Of a scoundrel
A soldier
A dead man
And so, it seems
That I believe in
Nothing
Dirt and earth
Grime and slime and
Whispers
Growing ever so quiet
As time goes
By
My soul
Is at best
The lie
On behest
Of a scoundrel
A soldier
A dead man
And so, it seems
That I believe in
Nothing
Dirt and earth
Grime and slime and
Whispers
Growing ever so quiet
As time goes
By