Friday morning a day like any other. I'm heading down the same old roads. I've got mommy's little monster in the headphones. It keeps me warm, I stay out of the cold.
The sound of gunfire shocked a nation. Five down, five people dead. The country wakes up after fifty years asleep. And the flag has got a slight touch of red.
Well, I'm stuck here between hope and frustration. Keep getting thrown from side to side. It's an familiar situation. I'm on life's own rollercoasterride.
Wanna crawl like a maggot inch by inch. Or move like a swallow, up in the air on spread wings. . There's something about the way. They're all moving. .