What Brings May Flowers?
by Sons Of Abraham· from Termites In His Smile
We sit soaked in "Bloodshed" to sift through the ash. Watched as our brothers got carted away to camps so they called them "to work for the man". We don't brush it off, so you can't. Don't say you were just following orders. We hid behind bookshelves to avoid broken glass. You sit in your big chairs and (laugh) lie through your asses. We sit in the death camps to sort out the past "Gaslight".