Loss Of All

Loss Of All     The square is empty now But not the streets We’re restoring houses now making sure everybody eats Rebuilding homes In the hopes Of making a country We call our own Without the gnomes Without the ropes Without the useless gentry The martyrs left the square Victims everywhere In every house, […]


If you were Bread I’d rather suffer from anorexia If you were Wine I’d rather drink my blood If you were Messiah I’d rather be a Judas If you were Devil I’d rather be a holy church   If you were Home I’d rather be cold If you were Country I’d rather be the enemy […]