lament
Your razor sharp mind cuts me so deep.
I'm ready for a revolution.
You are oblivious to the songs I sing.
What we were has washed up on some foriegn shore.
It's all on your shoulders now.
If you're going to run, you better run fast.
My words get lost in swirls of smoke.
Flickering blue and white, on this warm april night.
I am on your side.