Revisiting
Skydog Music
Madagascar fell within the darkness
Its embers rising (?) (?) as an innocent child
Deep within a waste basket lies the unforeseen messages
The messages I once spoke
Happiness remains present but some days the darkness still remains. I feel the veins of Mad-a-gas... Mad-a Mad-a Mad-a gas-gas-car-car
Deep within it the burning sensation of desperation
The bodies of lifeless, defecated corpses lie near the ports
(?) children wander in endlessly to the starvation
The present state of grace has made an aura around me
I will try to remain in the glow, remaining hue