My world be ashes, and a casket for all I
Ten thousand times ten thousand,
walking and marching and running
Dancing around, into the isles, and into the yard.
Yes,
This world is a stage.
Broken bones, no regrets.
This
This horseless carriage leads me home
My hands remain folded.
My
A bullet to the sun.
Erase everything we have done.
I didn't know that this fuse was for the end
Well then, I hope that you recieve this letter.
I
Walk backwards and say goodbye to what is right.
Understanding
Making your way to the front of a crowded room.