A N U N K I N D


we see the vipers of distance
crawl into our lives everyday
breeding our edens of hatred
pathetically stupid and unkind
we couldnt look the saints in the eyes
we couldnt look the saints in the eyes
on the storm
its time to go
on the storm
its time to go
marching in lines of contradiction
forgetting the history we make
loving our hangman as the penultimate joke
we lack the moses
to the saints in the eyes
on the storm
its time to go
on the storm
its time to go
on the storm
its time to go
on the storm
its time to go



back to down on the upside