BITTER SMELL

Last Wednesday he was going back from school October,
he hates this moth Disappearance,
cause he wanted to I miss him Feel silence.

A shot. I donít know where.
(I) Canít hear it. No more.
My ears are dead. My bedroom, so red, so hot.
Breathing fear.
Bitter smell.

Bitter smell
Feel silence.

A shot. I donít know where.
(I) Canít hear it. No more.
My ears are dead. My bedroom, so red, so hot.
Breathing fear.
Bitter smell.

Itís my fault I guess we lost our faith
It is time to reach out
To find something that isnít here Wait