Guerilla Disc: Sonar

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Turnaround

Footsteps keep falling as you are walking wounded
on the downside of night
trying to retrace the tracks
that lead so many years back

everyday so hard to say
why you carry so much wrath
a bitter burden so like a
child’s unspeakable grief
a penance you can’t release

turnaround, turnaround
what I wouldn’t give if you would (what I wouldn’t give if you could... turn ..... turn)

A blurry beacon
buried in the fog
guiding the moth
where oh where
did you wander off?
Where oh where
did you wander off?

But you turn into this
gritty gray delusion
a granulated dark of daze
where a trusted Cereberus lays
here at Hades threshold
and the streets
are still accepting
this winter of soul,
this winter of soul.