ガオー

When sanskrit was my mother tongue
Scarabs filled my pillow
Tarmac strips to pave for them
And thrones from which to teach
And in that pulse the future said
The story had been spun
You wet your bed so sleep in it
Cards can't make a house

And up that hill go the last of my crumbs
We'll be lucky if we eat tonight
And up that hill go the last of my crumbs
That's why I'll magnify a hole...






ガオー=rawr