Walk lay

I do hang a noisy throat song but it layed, i would yealing like black metal but im tongue-tied, lands feel like in jail shrinked by water, i use yo waste my own piece of the earth,

Move over to the fir, on remoteness great war could be here, drowsiness in your mind feel how much it is fine, sing alone with the wind, walk if you could flying in,

Then when the moon calling the water, all empty lakes are jalous of her, my tears too likes to fly joint them, find! im not gonna be wet anymore if they arent there.