Put down your weapons
Whether it be words of love
Or a strangling glove
There is no need for such felons.
Take away your guard
And let the people behold
Your beautiful heart of gold
In the end, it will be a reward
Make your judgment be fair
Allow the light to crack
Just sick back
And let the people stare.
For in the end,
Promises will be broken
Your voice will be shaken
But it will never get better if you just pretend
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
Put down your weapons
Whether it be words of love
Or a strangling glove
There is no need for such felons.
Take away your guard
And let the people behold
Your beautiful heart of gold
In the end, it will be a reward
Make your judgment be fair
Allow the light to crack
Just sick back
And let the people stare.
For in the end,
Promises will be broken
Your voice will be shaken
But it will never get better if you just pretend
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