I Rise - Down

Burn

Like yesterday. The airs to cold to talk
The airs so cold I cough
As I walk and think about our lives
Which waste away with hate
With contaminated days
Quarantined and left to rot
Pull it apart. Pull it apart. Pull it apart
Our sick convoluted lives are binding us to our false dreams of greatness
These "expectations" we strive for, these futures we carve in stone. We
Must, Burn
I don't know, whats keeping, keeping us bound in chains
These realizations are too many we must break away
(Pull it apart) we must, (pull it apart) break away

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Writer(s): Barbara Buckley
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