Totem Frogs - Wicked Things

Made a suit out of a leather coat n rain
Droplets freeze on the cold pain
Wasted shelter on a silent brain
Wishing things would never be the same
Wicked things on their own way

People yearning to be free
War torn country out of key
Miscellaneous rival
Wake up to the sand
If someone else's land

Those visions may be tense at night
Long after you turn the light
In the dark all the songs they re write
Maybe there's a passing ride
Wicked things on my sight

Someone roughed up in a way
Later could not bare to say
Complicated as any
Puppeteering event
How could one be sure it would end

Written by:
Alexander Kapecki

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