Chasing Tails
Keep your fingers on the pulse,
Not noticing the Demon's call.
Letting the grass grow under your feet,
Wouldn't give you a cup of sherbet.
Being a dead wood,
Like a heavy cloud.
Chasing your tail,
Not thinking you'll fail.
Chasing Tails
Keep your fingers on the pulse,
Not noticing the Demon's call.
Letting the grass grow under your feet,
Wouldn't give you a cup of sherbet.
Being a dead wood,
Like a heavy cloud.
Chasing your tail,
Not thinking you'll fail.