Don't Follow Me (march Hare)

Filling me up is this lust to lay down my cross

As the sun melts down the nails

This grim, stupid, street is grinning

Skip my foolish heart a beat

Still no vincent scissors shall cut my ears

Or how else in this miserable life would i hear

And rush to the whip, the lash and the drums



Don't you follow me. don't you follow me.

Don't you follow me... march hare



As fond of white walls as i am

I cram my head with your sanity

Just enough to stay outside the hide and seek game

The first time there is something to make you sleep

And it makes you ill

For the next time may be mandrake if i wake at all



Don't you follow me. don't you follow me.

Don't you follow me... march hare



The girl in the white dress shows promise

She promised too much

Hope she enjoys it when it happens, if it happens at all





Don't you follow me. don't you follow me.

Don't you follow me... march hare


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