paroles de chanson Bloodletting (4th Incident) - Bakelendt

The leash is ripping
No peace, I'm slipping down
From beneath the collar
All the marks gonna show
These ain't strolls
Through the woods
Not too good for my soul
Engines hum along my streets
The police out on patrol
Muddy tracks could lead them back
If it don't rain like the forecast foretold