MAY 1ST
How to break a sweat
One more fragile mess
Sprawled out on your bedroom floor
I ache for the consciousness of yesterday
And thrive to be a better man
At my worst I feel
As if I've wished my dreams away
Forgotten in the flood of indecent behavior
Radio screaming for the blood of
All the soldiers with out names
The world has turned it's back
And we've fallen off the track
But I'm armed with silence
And that is golden
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