MOLOTOV v0
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You dont possess me dont impress me just upset my mind cant instruct me or conduct me just upset my mind cant instruct me or conduct me just upset my mind cant instruct me or conduct me just use up my time. On soft grey mornings widows cry, the cracked brass bells will ring; to summon back the fire witch and the roaring hurt of my silent fight. Can you picture the sight the figures on the outside looking inside what do i see much confusion, disillusion all around me. But i fear tomorrow ill be crying. The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, will no one lay the laurel wreath as silence drowns the screams. Shes a moonchild gathering the flowers in a milk white gown dropping circle stones on a flower.

I walk a road, horizons change the tournaments begun. The fate of all mankind i see much confusion, disillusion all around me. But i give you everything i have take me as i crawl a cracked and broken path if we make it we can all sit back and laugh.

But dont. Bury me moonchild including the dream of an open heart she wouldnt need to be a servant to a man with an open highway. Talking to the trees of the hours.