Oct 3, 2012

These hands could've moved mountains

Please believe
In labor and hope and joy
'Cause like a little boy I have destroyed.., hope and joy
And lately I dream about angels with molotovs
And nightly they fist me wrists like tender trucks

The community is sick
And the community is blind
And it's colder than Poland
And the sun is not shining here
And we're tangled in the shit of each other's ruined affairs

Half of us are faking
And the other half is tired and scared

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