Grotesque
Christos Alexopoulos, Christos Zoumpas
I'm gonna fall, she whispered breathless
buzzing like a startled insect
She was carrying bags a lot of bags
I'm gonna fall, she whispered breathless
while carried away
I'm gonna fall
in this river of roaring people
She was blind, faded eye, old with fatty legs
and her shoes were almost taken off
I don't know if she fell, I was too busy
trying to escape hell