Belle Epoque Not Going Home
The competent will be the bearers of the future when the storms invade
our homes. Will we last one more night? Are we strong enough to survive?
Were not going home. When there is nothing left, save you strength and
carry on. Will we last one more night? Are we strong enough to survive?
The water is full of poison and the smoke is filling up our lungs, no where
to go. I will withstand the collapse of time. I will reach out, i will embrace
the ending. Beliefs carry us over. The weak and hopeless surrender. Break
free from the chains that bind you, destroying everything you've ever
known. Hold on love, its cold and dark. If i could see the sun one last time i
would know that i was on the path.
