It feels better
Biding by the words that choke me
I don’t know which path to go
But sadly I keep waiting
For something to guide me In the right direction
Sometimes accurate
But not yet sentimental
Is the sick and twisted message written on
Her ruby red lips
Even from a thousand dying hands
Bursting from lungs of angry men
There is no escaping the conflict
There is no escaping the sound
– Julian Broadway
(part 04)