In greatest time of fuckedUp minds
In greatest times of fuckedup minds
You used to be a greater scream.
There's a god was making wind
And you couldnt swing
Cobain has died,god felt agree
And i remember that day.
Cobain layed dead.
His gods,his trapt
But you were on thy sea.
World mirrors broken
There's no moon
Under those streets
Swing me thy hand and me and you
We'll always on brise.

1995.


p.s.-Please,do not judge this shit hard.
I know there's a several weirds(grammar and times shit).. i
wrote it when was 11 years old,so... you know.