(0213) second day from the end of the world
second day from the end of the world, and i can feel myself reverse. i know this is no ordinary thing when the prisoner becomes the king. it used to be in every single song, but the ocean wind was always wrong. now nobody ever comes around to see me; used to staring at the cracks throughout my ceiling, thinking that the sky would fall on me… but now it’s all too easy to see...
a silent voice and you can’t deny it when you have no choice. you can’t deny it when all you hear is a static noise. you won’t deny it in the future. you will be dead in the future.
can’t account for what has happened. it’s a disaster of understanding in the smog. white fog. you have caused your own demise as you tried to run away and hide from all the lies. you turned a blind eye. i’ll remember all the cancer you’ve inflicted as commander of the flag. no one reads that mag anymore. it was the wrong war. if the bombs miss, will you just drop some more? if god talks to you, i hope you’re keeping score.
a silent voice and you can’t deny it when you have no choice. you can’t deny it when all you hear is a static noise. you won’t deny it in the future. you will be dead in the future.
can’t account for what has happened. it’s a disaster of understanding in the smog. white fog. you have caused your own demise as you tried to run away and hide from all the lies. you turned a blind eye. i’ll remember all the cancer you’ve inflicted as commander of the flag. no one reads that mag anymore. it was the wrong war. if the bombs miss, will you just drop some more? if god talks to you, i hope you’re keeping score.
