Apocalyptic dreams with barren streets, is there nothing left to lose?
mistake after mistake suddenly becomes meaningless, those that are close are all that matter.
For better or worse we will receive no discourse. Peace becomes a revolution in itself.
They tested me, and when I yelled back a bumble bee flew out of my mouth and on to the receivers face, pure anger has left me.
mistake after mistake suddenly becomes meaningless, those that are close are all that matter.
For better or worse we will receive no discourse. Peace becomes a revolution in itself.
They tested me, and when I yelled back a bumble bee flew out of my mouth and on to the receivers face, pure anger has left me.