Boys Are Crying Testo

Testo Boys Are Crying

We met them at the fire Out there down at the mountain They don't know where they belong No eyes but white hair We saw their biting hands Saw them biting From left and right into the end All the boys are crying All cry and cry... Where did they come from The Warhols without eyes We didn't see blood in their skin Disappeared with open mouth Left us behind without answers Left us behind With a short story and a short life