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MorrisonBy: Charles Phillips
We dance with him amung the spirits of the past
Fore He is DEATH.
Watch him as he grabs your hand
and spins you to your fate, never to forget
To forget what you were and what you were not
and as we walk through the amazing valley of that is in which is dead.
We come across the souls of the mighty.
"Grab my hand" he yells out loud, "Grab my hand"
he taunts me so
Let me walk with you. Let me see how you are.
How you are, what you've become, and what you have been.
We dance with death amung the spirits of the past
and never look back at what we became. We are childern
Childern that never grew up into what we wanted
Childern of thoughts long dead and gone. Twisted throughout time and space to a bent will of a madman.
Watch,
Watch on,
Watch on my Dear Child.
Watch as we dance with death amung the spirits of the past.
Fore he is DEATH the madman behind the wheel.
So grow my sweet child and enter the mind in which you wish to become.
"Grab my hand" He yells again, he taunts me so, yet I can not reach threw the afterglow of fear.
"Grab my hand" He says one last time. Then dissappears
as I spin and dance to myself once more.
