talking like a rat, shaking out my daze
someone comes by and stares at me in the eyes
goes on by, leaving like a fantasy
its a way to live on, to move on fast
and daydream
someone must be told,
that im all alone
to think on my hours
i came from the day
to fade out the blinding ones
oh, what can that mean
to a guy like me
if no one can see
that the world is just like me

the streets 

showing theyre afraid, they hide behind me

seeing the ones who came around and thrilled the shadows about

daimond hand donna fights for their lives

while shady lilly comes around and takes their hands

not knowing their strength they die like a weaker flame

the other poison girls follow me around

waiting to strike at my life

raining like hell the night is born

i turn around and run toward the cities dawn

underworld bop


We're gonna go like never before

Down to the ground

Beyond the pillars of stone

To the throne of the damned

Light up your life

To the movements of the lake

Passing the spirits who dance again

To the dead song

With the underworld bop

Something has to stop

But it wont be me dying to the groove

On the sun, a golden world above

Bring down the clouds and let them come along

To the underworld bop

Take down the night

Fly to the sky

Feel the cold blast your eyes

Make the world come alive

Do it

oh

mind poem ect.


diamond hand Donna (a mind poem)

drifting winds across the stone grounds

change and twist the form of the land

but they'll never move diamond hand

Donna, in crumbling towers you sleep

playing the night time with a silver steed

cant you ever come along

and feel the light of dazzling life?

traveling toward the frozen sky

one day you know your magic will die

Diamond hand Donna and your poisonous gang

frightening sorrows follows the Dame

shaken, in the air that blasts
the earth that wont last
to be torn away and never seen again
toward the break of the city
our homes are born from the hearts of gods
no one knows where you will go
on the back of sparrows do you dream of the sky
the night will be young for you again
but can you ever let go of the daimond hand

passing meadow


toward the sun, past the grounds that part their ways

emerald meadows stand in my way, ready

silver rain begins its blasts of arrows, ready

crumbling towers await ahead

standng in the stream of wind, ready for the city

rays


waiting, the morning sky burning above

someone knows im alone here

shaping the day in the form of gray

looking to the northern sky

the future looking down at me, hiding

out of the fog comes rolling down the street

how no one has met her i would never know

the mountains of earth will never seem so low