I'm leaving the city
that buzzes with sound
I'm leaving the smoke
that seems to follow me around
I'm leaving the friends
who bullied me all my life
I'm leaving the haze
that wronged my judgement
I'm leaving my mind
the only way I can leave my past behind
I'm leaving my worries
it's the only way to escape
I'm leaving my fake smile
so I won't remember the pain
I'm leaving my hands tied
so I can't fight back
I'm leaving the city
so I can live and smell the air

Let us bring back great people
from the dead to revive life
on Earth.

I had a dream, yesterday, 3:33 in the morning.
The witches — they play with me — with my mind.
By the river that flows beneath the ash on an island in the sky.
They take me to a place that I have sought but can not find.
Where a river flows beneath the ash on an island in the sky.
They hang me from the tree, stick blades into my side. My blood — it fills the well until all the secrets rise.
Until all unknown I find by the river that flows beneath the ash on an island in the sky.

August is a nostalgic month,
Like a little brother,
He's wearing old clothes of the bigger kids,
Our summer hopes and dreams.

Place a candy near

Ant hole-

Charity begins