The Wanderer
Kid A
"exile"
empty shadows
walk these soft lit halls
I creep after them
thru the cracks
the window, the door
to the 'heart of darkness'
days of bitter sunsets
falling down on dead souls
no ray of hope out there
if these shadows talked
they would pray
that I never get out
-------
the killer in me, is the killer in you
empty shadows
walk these soft lit halls
I creep after them
thru the cracks
the window, the door
to the 'heart of darkness'
days of bitter sunsets
falling down on dead souls
no ray of hope out there
if these shadows talked
they would pray
that I never get out
-------
the killer in me, is the killer in you