We're settling for nothing less
But countless times of saying "no"
This nonchalance could not impress
But rather speed this newfound low
No refuge and no escape
From this situations shape
Our eyes are faint and and yet percieve
The old times woven tapestry
A hollow shadow sets its tone
Whispering of days long gone
An apparition rips and tears
It brings a heavy guilt to bear
These ghosts are haunting our halls
And how can I find solace
In a city that births a billion babies not worth
a dollar, a food-stamp or thought?
My modernity is in the hands of my longevity
And the memories are what's helping me stroll
through the streets with feet wounded from the needles
I've treaded for you
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Wow. I did not expect violin and cello from a crust band.
Wow. I did not expect crust from a band that has both a violinist and a cellist.
Wow. Nekobibu
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