March 31, 2004



Under just a roof.. attached to a chain.
The barking.. becomes resented.
It jumps into one's head.

And if he bites.. he'll be burried in the darkness
Life as he knows it.. cut to an end

In foolish eyes, transformed into a dog
Within supression, changed completely.

Simply manipulated.. barking forgotten.
His song is... [Patrick Eyes (??)]

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