Every breath I take is like a mile,
but its worth it just to see you smile.
But I will only be happy when the killing stops.
You trudge through the waste land of the city with is sole purpose to gather pity.
Breathing is like swallowing thorns.
While the world mourns
things it has never seen.
You watch our city burn with gasoline.Obliteration is your creation.
Is it a sin to destroy something that has never portrayed and good?
Boy sets fire boy is misunderstood.
Boys one mistake
he didn't wait for me
he left me in the debris of a dead city.
