Your days are numbered,
You can find the way,
the road to nowhere is not easy to follow.
You dream in your slumber;
kids, explosions, drive-ways.
My closed busy mind
try not to think of what we
saw those nights in the moonlight
I have an old key to unlock
old monster we cannot fight.
We're so ashamed of what we haven't done,
are we to blame for these pictures of
mud, fire, and feathers?
I don't want to cough up these ghosts
inside this country of haters.
Lets find our way.
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