We are alone, the world is not out home,
we breathe the air, we care,
We feel the pain, we cannot explain,
there are no words to be heard.
A child’s face is lost in outer space,
his eyes are red, in our heads.
We move along, we are pretty strong,
we breathe the air, we care.
– Mgmt
Notes
12:23 am, by peterjohnsonisme,
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