There will come hillYou'll see
Made of candle wicks
Lit for every stumbling heart
You'll hold hands with yourself and walk over fire
Awaken, Awake
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
