A
seven-foot
frame,
rats
along
his
back
When
he
calls
your
name,
it
all
fades
to
black
He
told
me
that
the
life
of
my
dreams
Would
be
promised,
and
someday
be
mine
Grew to live in
fear of
Bruno
stuttering or
stumbling
I can always
hear him
sort of
muttering and
mumbling
I associate
him with the
sound
of
falling
sand,
ch, ch, ch
Yeah, he
sees
your
dreams,
and
feasts
on
your
screams
He
told
me
that
my
power
would
grow
Like the
grapes
that
thrive
on
the
vine,
on the
vine
It's a heavy lift,
with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family
fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't
understand
Do you
understand?
A
seven-foot
frame,
rats
along
his
back
When
he
calls
your
name,
it
all
fades
to
black
He
told
me
that
the
life
of
my
dreams
Would
be
promised,
and
someday
be
mine
Grew to live in
fear of
Bruno
stuttering or
stumbling
I can always
hear him
sort of
muttering and
mumbling
I associate
him with the
sound
of
falling
sand,
ch, ch, ch
Yeah, he
sees
your
dreams,
and
feasts
on
your
screams
He
told
me
that
my
power
would
grow
Like the
grapes
that
thrive
on
the
vine,
on the
vine
It's a heavy lift,
with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family
fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't
understand
Do you
understand?
A
seven-foot
frame,
rats
along
his
back
When
he
calls
your
name,
it
all
fades
to
black
He
told
me
that
the
life
of
my
dreams
Would
be
promised,
and
someday
be
mine
Grew to live in
fear of
Bruno
stuttering or
stumbling
I can always
hear him
sort of
muttering and
mumbling
I associate
him with the
sound
of
falling
sand,
ch, ch, ch
Yeah, he
sees
your
dreams,
and
feasts
on
your
screams
He
told
me
that
my
power
would
grow
Like the
grapes
that
thrive
on
the
vine,
on the
vine
It's a heavy lift,
with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family
fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't
understand
Do you
understand?
A
seven-foot
frame,
rats
along
his
back
When
he
calls
your
name,
it
all
fades
to
black
He
told
me
that
the
life
of
my
dreams
Would
be
promised,
and
someday
be
mine
Grew to live in
fear of
Bruno
stuttering or
stumbling
I can always
hear him
sort of
muttering and
mumbling
I associate
him with the
sound
of
falling
sand,
ch, ch, ch
Yeah, he
sees
your
dreams,
and
feasts
on
your
screams
He
told
me
that
my
power
would
grow
Like the
grapes
that
thrive
on
the
vine,
on the
vine
It's a heavy lift,
with a gift so humbling
Always left Abuela and the family
fumbling
Grappling with prophecies they couldn't
understand
Do you
understand?