L.I.V.E.

 So what's it worth?
Millions before you with nowhere to go.
So drive, out, your last words.
You use to lead now you just fall in line.
Make change, make waves.
Create a blow.
Repent to the kingdom.
Fill your graves.
Burn the money and become the streets.
Where we wander, we wander into the present.
Living day by day, driving out those demons.
With no violence and the love of God, for freedom.
Wither out your days, walking the path you have made.
As stones are thrown, cast out your casket to the sea.
There is a home for every one.
The most precious thing in life, is to help those who cannot help themselves.
And dig them out from the grave they have buried themselves in.
For hell can be a home, the most terrified of souls have fallen into.
But there are other ways I intend to show.
So please, stay awhile and unfold.
For all we have is time and time is an endless current, in a sea with wrecklass waves.

  

"LINGERING. IS. VERY. EASY."