The city lines are down, The kerosene's run out The fracturing of all we relied upon Let's shed this unclean skin And start to feel again Because all the shoulders On which to cry are gone He looked at the fields And then his hands "all I need is what I have" Then a shed of happiness Ohh.. She watched the world crumble away "is this the end of yesterday?" "Lord, I hope so" is all he said. Oh gone are the old guards Gone are the cold, cold wars Weightless we go forth on wings of amnesty... Endgame by Rise Against Dawn Velasquez
“I would have rather had a dad with change jingling in his pocket; one who would have spent the last forty minutes of the world raking leaves for his kids to jump in, so that they perished in one loud, bright instant, giggles still bubbling up from their bellies, never suspecting a thing. Yeah, well. Tough luck, rich boy.” A quote from my favorite book: compound