Screaming at the founders of a nation's pride (I've lost myself in the one who cared most) What am I doing here: what have I become? Is one life enough
What is left to give when you've spent four years in hiding scared by the frustration of your shadow consulting condolences from a weary disease of mourning
There's nothing left for me to give so go ahead and take it all Delusion leaks through a primitive memory. Our hands unified by the sound (Our hands
