Morning Again - Hand of Hope скачать видео бесплатно

I am mine, are we so advanced that we'd stum our

advancement and we so civilized lust over

weaponry. crucify the thieves, as we steal from

our children. Thou shalt not kill, we do it three

times a day what's the problem? What went wrong?

And home becomes a cage. These nine numbers lay

seed to rage. We are bound by this modern age.

Number rules you. Social insecurity. Turn to

non-entities. We are bound by this modern age. I

was told too many things Held the small hand of

hope. Until it turned to ash in mine. It was

spelled out for me form the start. Convenience and

disregard mated and there was born my predicament

but sometimes longing spits on logic and we

proceed blind smiling.