Getting sick of starting over. On the same. Argument. We could sit around and talk it over. Or take a trip. To clear our minds. At the entrance of Mount Wilson.
I stepped into an avalanche. It covered up my soul. When I am not this hunchback that you see. I sleep beneath the golden hill. You who wish to conquer pain.
Well I stepped into an avalanche,. it covered up my soul;. when I am not this hunchback that you see,. I sleep beneath the golden hill.. You who wish to conquer pain,.