Post by MITCHY! on Jun 24, 2010 23:04:44 GMT -5
. SINS OF OUR YOUNG .
. NO PLOT . SHORT APP . NO WORD COUNT . STARTING A NEW .
[/color]. NO PLOT . SHORT APP . NO WORD COUNT . STARTING A NEW .
- [center][size=4]WE ARE PEOPLE LIVING UNDER LOADED GUNS[/size][/center]
- [center][size=4]AND IT CAN'T BE OUTFOUGHT AND IT CAN'T BE OUTDONE[/size][/center]
- [center][size=4]IT CAN'T BE OUTMATCHED IT CAN'T BE OUTRUN[/size][/center]
- [center][size=4]AND WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES TONIGHT[/size][/center]
- [center][size=4]TO SYMPHONIES OF BLINDING LIGHT[/size][/center]
- [center][size=4]LIKE MEMORIES OF COLD DECAY TRANSMISSIONS ECHOING AWAY[/size][/center]
- [center][size=4]FAR FROM THE WORLD OR YOU AND I WHERE OCEANS BLEED INTO THE SKY[/size][/center]
- [center][size=4]WILL WE BURN INSIDE THE FIRES OF A THOUSAND SUNS[/center][/size]
- [center][size=4]FOR THE SINS OF OUR HANDS, TONGUE, FATHER, AND YOUNG[/center][/size]