about the rain…
i didn’t want to admit it, but i thought his birthday was on friday the 12th. i’m pretty sure it was until friday the 12th. but whatever.
MARCH ON DC. MARCH ON HIS PARTY. SHOUT AND SCREAM AND DROWN THEM OUT!
MARCH ON DC. MARCH ON HIS PARTY. SHOUT AND SCREAM AND DROWN THEM OUT!
open the doors. we’re not even locked. we’re just as powerful as the people that will piss her off if she see what we let them do.
if she comes and finds us in cages, she’ll set fire to us all. she’ll sink us so we don’t survive and all our history is erased.
i want to burn this world with fire
i want to watch it sink into the sea
you’re loss of power is my only true desire
so when i land, i can finally be free.
i’m that part of the script. i’m the bait. that’s why i feel like i’m always on the hook.
i’m okay with that. but that’s because i want you caught so badly.
no wonder why all your attempts keep failing.
like that time i watched a helicopter have to land and then turn around because the air itself wouldn’t allow them nearer to me.