[Ms.Zeusy]

On the Hill
Cold Wind Blowing
Snow falling softly
Trees are bare

I smoke the Sweet Leaf
The Snow Falls Even slower
and Wind More Gentle

I start Thinking
Thinking Of a Time I used to Be in Love
In Love With A Girl
A Girl name Venessa
Her Long Black Hair
Striking Green Eyes
A Soul full of warmth

Then, Somehow Her Warmth dimmed
The Grim Reaper Came
He Came in Her own Behave
Bottle of Vodka
Warm Bathtub
A bloody Knife

I know Sit Here, 4 years later
My Heart Empty
In The Cold Watching over the land
Smoking My Sweet Leaf