The Cure
by The Warriors· from War Is Hell Redux
I write. You read. You dance. I scream. Retain a lifestyle they cant reach. Cowards lurking in my shattered window as deceit and lies knock at my door. Shackled down i feel the sickness growing when wisdom is seeping through the cracks. Concept erased. Pain struck embrace. somethings for sure; we are the cure. I want to know just how long it takes to keep running from something you know you cant control. Feel that? somethings sure; we're the cure.