Circle Of Dead Children - Scarecrow Trailor Park lyrics

rate me

Up to her elbows in soil and schizophrenia

The dirt has begun to breathe

Cries of a phantom infant tease and torment a dying mind

Held down in profanation

Subjugation of the senses

Pushing pins in her eyes

Pushing pins in her eyes

She never sleeps

Hallucination never dies