We`re walking through the pure dark
No signs of light,not even spark
We`re holding hands,we seem uptight
We`re holding hands,we`re holding tight
We never rise we only fall
We loose ourselves,we loose control
We scaremonger , then we run
We cannot hurt (but we have a gun)
And if we are nuclear bombs
I guess i`m the exploding one
But should we be afraid of dark?
You are the light
I am the spark
Why So Scared
© Copyright: Кант Кникер, 2009
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