Black Cloud

Black cloud, overhead 

everyday the same merry go round 

trapped inside a paper bag 

red sun, in your eyes 

roles off the tongue cold as ice 

hard as you like civilized 

Rocks in the road no way through 

words so sharp cut you in two 

black cloud, overheads 

click your fingers see how the run 

like a bullet shot gun 

Rocks in the road no way through 

words so sharp cut you in two