Motives
changing,
day
to
day,
The
fire
increases,
masks
decay.
I
look
at
the
river,
white
foam
floats
down,
The
body's
poisoned,
gotta
sit
tight.
The
wait,
the
wait,
the
wait,
the
wait.
After
wakening,
silence
grows,
The
screams
subside,
distortion
shows.
Mutant
thoughts
of
bad
mouthed
news,
Is
just
another
birth
of
distorted
views.
The
wait,
the
wait,
the
wait,
the
wait.
The
wait,
the
wait,
the
wait,
the
wait.