Plaids
Thirteen
It's said in retrospect
A tale of past life
As a passing statement
Used to lubricate our speech
But it lingers
A cursed life
Keeps on growing, despite of disconnection
From my words and from my limbs
I walk past it
Look out the corner of my eye
Walls of concrete
Worthless crops are left to die
Heads are pounding
Against the cold stone every night
No accountability
It's accepted and denied
At the same time
And we watch
Im told I shouldn't intervene
Cut the red wire
And watch the fallout through a screen
Letras de cancionesIm still looking back
Recounting moments in the dark
Anecdotal musings
It cuts us up and leaves a mark
From Letras Mania