The final stretch has reached us
Today we will find everything
All that has been hidden from you and I
Will rise from the coffee colored streets
They will knock on our doors and ask for forgiveness
They will play God and tell us to pray
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.
