Verse 1:
This is making me so mad, so sad...
There is no escape,
Or so it seems...
"Those who fail to plan, plan to fail."
These are the words I've learned growing up...
The unending sky only yearns for a heavy heart...
Only light can erase everything...
Before the waves and waves of tribes
crested and splashed against the emerald shores of...
Your lips taught me the first knowledge...
Orson Welles,
a man...
You will not take over our will,
it is you that we must kill...
I write her life,
Wondering what they write of mine...
The colour of justice
spreads across the sky...
"Pretty? No you don't look so to me..."
"A little more petite, you need so to...
In the dripping dark,
Deep, deep underground...