Dikta The Story Of Roscoe Gray
No one believes you
When you‘re six years old
Don‘t make up stories
Do as you‘re told
You try, you try, you try to warn them
Of what, and who is coming for you
You cry, you cry, to catch someone‘s eye
Shut your mouth
Go back to bed
And believe us now
Get it together, boy
All is well
You can take our word
All alone
Lights in the garden
It‘s not in your head
They will not find you
Under your bed
You tried, you tried...
The morning after
Crawling down the stairs
No one‘s there, no one‘s there
But in the basement
You scream your lungs out
All chopped up, all chopped up
