when i came back from finland the taxi took me down the street i saw the red flowers growing like they used to by the roadside in the smothering summer
how have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation? whom do we aspire to reflect our people's death? for whose entertainment shall we sing our agony?
way up north down the road a little back in new england right here in the middle and all the way out west we had our ears to the ground all of our dreams
way up north down the road a little back in new england right here in the middle and all the way out west we had our ears to the ground all of our
how have we come to be mere mirrors to annihilation? whom do we aspire to reflect our people's death? for whose entertainment shall we sing our agony