Testo di Apple Bed

Of horses wet with melted ice they would not heed my advice and burdened limbs of its weight to break and rot a whispered fate please doctor, please around me in a bloody sea to breach the hive and smoke the bees you can be my friend you can be my dog you can be my life you can be my fog please doctor, please the witches will return to their sticky tree knots I will feel the sun I will feel the sun I will feel the sun coming down I wish I had a horse's head a tiger's heart an apple bed