An army of soldiers
searching for sun
caught in the shade
of what they arrange
They build to keep safe
underneath they sway,
in the shade
This army of soldiers
searching for sun
caught in the shade
of what they’ve arranged
They build to keep safe
underneath they sway,
in the shade
Winning the game that you
play without reason
everyone loses their mind
into minutes
Passing the torch
with the skulls on our porch
success
And I sit, and think
while people yell at me
to do, something
my thoughts they cannot see
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC
An army of soldiers
searching for sun
caught in the shade
of what they arrange
They build to keep safe
underneath they sway,
in the shade
This army of soldiers
searching for sun
caught in the shade
of what they’ve arranged
They build to keep safe
underneath they sway,
in the shade
Winning the game that you
play without reason
everyone loses their mind
into minutes
Passing the torch
with the skulls on our porch
success
And I sit, and think
while people yell at me
to do, something
my thoughts they cannot see
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