Broken roads and voices unknown
posters torn and crying children
seems like i am a riot now.
Protests,scratches and guns
screams and air filled with dust
seems like i am a riot now.
The dead,the broken and the vain let out a cry
broken glasses fly
seems like i am a riot now.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
Broken roads and voices unknown
posters torn and crying children
seems like i am a riot now.
Protests,scratches and guns
screams and air filled with dust
seems like i am a riot now.
The dead,the broken and the vain let out a cry
broken glasses fly
seems like i am a riot now.
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