...an Inanimate Lyrics - Yattering

An inanimate 

Blood - red spot 

Awakes curiobity 

Of the crowd passing by 

Still warm pieces of 

A short life 

Bits of human flesh 

Deprived of shape 

Reached by fate 

Enhances common fear 

Of the crowd passing by 

It's fate breathes deep 

It's fate witers nearby 

Smoking and coughing 

Biting nails 

He may recognize 

Half - dried drops of blood 

And a smell 

The exciting fragrance 

Of broken innocence 

The tuth's endangered 

So off he goes 

With a tear in his eye 

And the same 

Question - why? 

Slowly he dissapears 

Among the indifferent crowd 

Passing by...