Sunday 18 September 2016

This is not the end, this is not the beginningJust a voice like a riot rocking every revisionBut you listen to the tone and the violent rhythmThough the words sound steady something empty's within themWe say yeah with fists flying up in the airLike we're holding onto something that's invisible thereCause we're living at the mercy of the pain and the fearUntil we dead it, forget it, let it all disappear

No comments:

Post a Comment