The dryness of my mouth
Feels the ***** sound of darkness
It screams
Freedom
Like the youth knowing more than
What it has been told
Each sand of darkness goes to sleep
Peacefully
But we know its
Sound
How the taste makes our stomacs full
Of disgust
Pinching our most inner thoughts
Our eyes see
drying them out
How the earth blossoms with green spinach
Is that not a sight to see?
Everyone sees industrialization, (pipes)
Machinerary
You will pull all of your hairs out
To see that is reality
Pumping our fuel and water for money
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 10:06 PM UTC
The dryness of my mouth
Feels the ***** sound of darkness
It screams
Freedom
Like the youth knowing more than
What it has been told
Each sand of darkness goes to sleep
Peacefully
But we know its
Sound
How the taste makes our stomacs full
Of disgust
Pinching our most inner thoughts
Our eyes see
drying them out
How the earth blossoms with green spinach
Is that not a sight to see?
Everyone sees industrialization, (pipes)
Machinerary
You will pull all of your hairs out
To see that is reality
Pumping our fuel and water for money
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