Alice Practice

Hi Scars will heal soon The dregs in us spent the earth down Better than drowning in a burlap sack I live As Alice I die Children shouldn't play with dead things Foaming crows Tear at their wings Sad eyes cry crimson blood Drop it it's dead Wheels won't turn they won't turn the birdy's head Sad eyes sad eyes like sharpened daggers You'll never walk only stagger Sad eyes quite cryptic Bye