la libertad

Joyriding under the presence of the stars
All past the blurry city lights
Stopped just shy of the outskirts of the town
To bid goodbye for one last time

What a thrilling escapade it had been!
All across the battery city that we’ve seen
The wreckage, the ruins, a cold-blooded crime
At least we know we’re not alone this time

Never mind the embers falling and turning into black dust
And the fragile glass caving in and shattering all around us
As long as the slivers are tied together in an invisible line
The highway of hope can always be mended anytime


Spill it out, bruh.

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