4 acessos
I am a prisoner in a war of idiots.
The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites
Pave the way of a brave tomorrow.
Choke the throat of passion and sorrow.
Kill my drifting breeze of thought.
I have been captured.
I have been caught.
I am a prisoner in a war of scowls,
Coughing youth from its bowels.
I am doing fine.
I am feeling well,
Deep inside my dark well cell.