Closing doors
Expired thoughts
Every road map leads me to cul-de-sacs
Counting breaths
Unveil yourself
Widower, injustice will not stand
For every bomb that you defuse I will plant another
I am the flood that lets you choose, keeping your head above water
Stone and earth fills your urn
The wrecking ball suddenly hems and haws
You can run holding scissors
Fugitive, injustice will not stand
For every bomb that you defuse I will plant another
I am the flood that lets you choose, keeping your head above water
