Try to remember,
This month before November,
A year on from here.
The rivers run fast,
With eddies caught spinning there,
As the waters speed by.
The hole grows bigger,
The toil of day after day,
Of mindless hard graff.
As complex as simple is.
Try to remember,
This month before November,
A year on from here.
The rivers run fast,
With eddies caught spinning there,
As the waters speed by.
The hole grows bigger,
The toil of day after day,
Of mindless hard graff.