My brothers gather round me, they see me when I’m down
Chewed into shape like a stone on the shore
But if there was lightning in me
You’d know who it was for
Devil makes his money on the small moves
Sometimes, we remember our bedrooms
And our parents’ bedrooms
And the bedrooms of our friends
Then we think of our parents
Well what ever happened to them?
Čujemo se
autor: DonTravolta, 20/04/2024
How it feels when we fall, when we fold?
I’m faking my own death so I can get some rest, I know I thought of everything, at last twice!
Vezane objave
Arhiva
she’s upset because they keep changing the taste of coke(they did it again)
Tell my mother I’m going home, I have been destroyed by hippie powers
A safe haven for committing a crime…
Revolution come and gone
Behind your eyes, cut out the tongue
Transcend their lies, they try to hold back the dawn of revolution come and gone!
Um um well excuse me
I want to write away
I want to write here
I want to write brave words to fight fear
