useless, I?m alive! Maturity?s no virtue in my sardonic dream How could this world abide me when it can?t hear me scream? I?m not your instant breakfast
s useless, I?m alive! Maturity?s no virtue in my sardonic dream How could this world abide me when it can?t hear me scream? I?m not your instant breakfast
an instant before the sunrise they had gunned the rebels down As their flags were torn at half mast in the ruins of the town There were white sails
