DREAMSCAPE
Trapped in my
nightmare of reality I dream of a hick town in America where people go missing
in them hills, where if you ask questions on the truth you disappear too. The
local cop went asking the boss of the logging operation that runs this land;
this guy is worth 623 million dollars. He can afford a hit of a grand and make
you disappear. He never gets his hands dirty; someone else does his dirty work.
Just like the hills have eyes or house of wax. The cop went and asked, his wife
ate her evening meal alone that night. He just disappeared...
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