Friday, June 17, 2011
Midian City to Close
I run on the wrong side of life...
I run where the darker crowds run
On the rain-swept streets where black rain runs
I play where the darker kids play...
I dance where the darker crowds dance
In the pitch black clubs in a clove stained trance
I see things the darker kids see
Though you wouldn’t believe all that’s happened to me
I’ve been to the backside of Hell
And I've played with your fear and enjoyed it well
This our time, the night's our day
We'll dance this fading life away