everyday, when morning comes until the dark of night is calling i don't know where they all come from taking the space 'til there is no moving at filling the air with breath burning black so pitiful and barely crawlin' nowhere to go j ust killing time poor creatures with nowhere to run if you listen then you may hear the chokin' voices and torment they keep cryin' everyday, when morning comes until the dark of night is calling nowhere to go just killing time poor creatures with nowhere to run if you try now, well you will hear voices trembling sure as they are cryin' cryin' they are cryln'