Lay low
Like the lion on hunt
Looking at it's prey from afar waiting to strike
At the point all evidence as been held up in my hands
Right above the skies
Looking down at you , seeing all your mistakes
Taking what's not yours
Seen and seen all
Am all fed up
Not knowing what to do
Thinking am a curse and bad luck
There is no other way to go
Hearing I sound from all corners
So depressed and fed up
Will I have to go through it all by myself
There is no help out there
Looking at there faces
Hmmmm.......mm they are ready to attack
Waiting for the time when the sun will shine
The rain will fall and the blossoming flowers will blossom over night
