Free Yon Yes Or No
There's truth in the closet and life in the sky.
There's angels among. keep that between you and I.
Drop down no sound altercation no cops around.
Five years lost translation we're heaven bound.
And there will be ten thousand halos floating over our heads
The glare is killing me insult them with knock-knocks and comics
Until they're all dead these cubicals can bleed.
I don't have to remember. empty sidewalks and crowded homes.
Liars choking on broken bones. chaos, silence.
We can not hear our retribution.
It's getting hard to see. we wont take no for an answer.
