Indica Songtext
von Foxing

And on tides we can′t be untouched by
Of troubles stay when lids lay over eyes
The frames and faces I've mistaken
For kids whose lives I may have taken

And if so, do I haunt their parents′ dreams?
And in so, am I summarized by sounds of young lung screams?
Their young one's screams


And of war bonds and blood-stained hands
Combat neurosis shys from indica strands
And it breaks my mother's heart to know I came back broken
With the thought of my arms spilt open

And if so, would I bring their parents peace?
And if so, could I give back the sounds of their children′s screams?
Let go of what I′ve seen

And if so, do I haunt their parents' dreams?
And in so, am I summarized by sounds of young lung screams?
Their young one′s screams