Minimal Compact Nada
Now that the night has gone away end of the day seemed near he went out the empty court filled with shame and fear trapped by a shadow set, betrayed wishing it wasn't him further down the same old court ruins of passing years Blind folded man still facing the wall hiding away his tears and when the guns are set to go death whispers in his ear - nada blood on the pavements blood on the hills gates of the heaven sealed goon squads came like beasts of prey lookin' for thier kill run from the shadows looming near wishing he wasn't here further down the sad old morgue ruins of passing years blind folded man...
