I believe in redemption;
ten high-strung ******* in the air
raising flag of cold notices
and I realize that redemption was invited
so then leap us with our darlings
to the bunker where ****** lay cold
and new world heap stays
buried beneath our mother's armpits
that we left behind
for she had cold heart and warm skins
and we were still ungrateful, man
Just like our father, she said
with their flag raised of suspicion
and hatred in their eyes, reflected
but hatred itself is not enough and
it came closer by second
so we run to our shelter, stay low
and lay cold with our darlings
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
I believe in redemption;
ten high-strung ******* in the air
raising flag of cold notices
and I realize that redemption was invited
so then leap us with our darlings
to the bunker where ****** lay cold
and new world heap stays
buried beneath our mother's armpits
that we left behind
for she had cold heart and warm skins
and we were still ungrateful, man
Just like our father, she said
with their flag raised of suspicion
and hatred in their eyes, reflected
but hatred itself is not enough and
it came closer by second
so we run to our shelter, stay low
and lay cold with our darlings
