so much to say, so little time the words ring loud and true bring forth the graceful thought of benevolence, brightness, and hue
like others I sing with mr. vox
hat pulled down, weight of the world weight of the world on his brow heart on his sleeves and swinging fists swinging fists at what might be broken glass
i don't believe in revolution or the statesman's ideology
if i could rethink myself we push the cloak of the world we wait for light but behold obscurity
living in a cold sweat state cube of sugar singer i believe in you