Title: Through the Wind Writer: Tracy Lynn Remick

Through the wind And across the sky The sun looks down With an evil eye

Nowhere to turn You sit and burn With all your future left behind

Corner to corner And place to place Its 666 Thats on your face

The needle slips Into the groove As demons watch your every move

Down below They sit and sing Songs of doom In your ears they ring

The time has come The evils done Now you've done your thing

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