how can i begin? to tell you how i see
Baptized by kilowatts and ohms, what's left is waiting. The
Remember our worlds much younger, focused on the goal and
Down the path of resistance, I find myself stumbling through
Still sufficient in depending on you - depending on each
its the same story. the unhappy ending. i play the
marks that they have set before me, stones lain to
Saved by reputation of a boyhood spent with something missing
Missed every detail (just move on) but now the wait
and its felt like lead, too think to let anything
The smokestacks breathe like spitting out the truth. White lines
Summer with the lights out finds me in my parent's
paint this picture, color it with casualties of hope and
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