Are we going to live or are we going to survive this?
Squeezing our insides as the pain is one to do.
We will never know the true wrath of God.
If we do not open ourselves up to a life of most wonderful sin.
Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit and I breath it.
I can look at the world and hiss at it through gritted teeth.
Soldiers always play their cards right when they’re throwing grenades.
We are the best of that kind, we are two sides of the same coin.
Lets spit in the faces of our forefathers and dance once again.
They wouldn’t have liked how we turned out anyway.
Maybe these days hold the minutes where we can truly soar.
If we were only man enough to grasp at the straw like possibilities.
Squeezing our insides as the pain is one to do.
We will never know the true wrath of God.
If we do not open ourselves up to a life of most wonderful sin.
Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit and I breath it.
I can look at the world and hiss at it through gritted teeth.
Soldiers always play their cards right when they’re throwing grenades.
We are the best of that kind, we are two sides of the same coin.
Lets spit in the faces of our forefathers and dance once again.
They wouldn’t have liked how we turned out anyway.
Maybe these days hold the minutes where we can truly soar.
If we were only man enough to grasp at the straw like possibilities.
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