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Epitomy
Hurting still from last night
Amoung all of the muck and uselessness
There floats a layer of spirit,
To give it a name
Strangley we pile up the garbage
Until we are neck high
Run away from everything
When we learn to fly
The problem is that i'll never see you again
Rolling off, away from the unspeakable
Rolling off to some new land
I cried under you last night
In some cheap hotel
Where memories came rushing through
And I could not tell
The world is falling apart
along with our reality
we take blood for oil
and still stand proudly
And where are we tonight?
Where are we?
With the blurring of thousands of flags
In my red white and blue eyes
The ripping of some insatiable thought
From my mind
When people die
When people leave
And you never know
Where you are and where they will be
