10 October 2012
I am a crisis, the apple in your eye
I am the fire that leaves you homeless
The boiled sweet stuck in your childs throat
I am the night in which you are at risk
The nightmare in your sleep
I am the cigarrette that can kill
You know it's only too late
I am the witness, the beater of black and blue
I am a crisis, and I don't care about you
I am a danger from what you do
Crisis • Opuss № I