Thanks, Symbolic vengeance that neither folds me or you into submission. Rows of empty houses now there’s no leader or piper for anyone to follow. Forecast sun this springtime and never undermine this – just relay the message. Ample timing for a breakdown. While solemn we can take no comfort or solace. Thanks, Academy and all enemies force fervored motives. Rest on my laurels and statues, broken virtues. I rest in little pieces. I’ve smashed to smithereens all hopes and dreams nurtured in dirty playgrounds.

Lost syllables never turn into words. Lost the goals of war.
Now we’ve lost balance.

Now our heads hit the floor. Now we’ve lost the will to feel.
Now we’ve lost balance.

S.E