Alice practice(Ost Skins)

Hi
Scars will heal soon
The dregs in us spent the Earth
Down

Better than drowning in a burlap sack 
I live as Alice I die.

Children shouldn't play with dead things
Foaming crows 
Tear at their
Wings
Sad eyes cry crimson blood

Drop it its dead 
Wheels won't turn they
Won’t turn the birdy's head 
Sad eyes sad eyes like sharpened daggers 
You’ll
Never walk only stagger 
Sad eyes quite cryptic
Bye