Nov 22 2013, 01:17 AM

Torn up cut up, our army isnt made up. torn up and cut up reality vs made up expectations - we live up to see things in new ways while doing it our way having our own say developing a voice. and make a choice to be someone new to become something true to fairwell the sun with a grin a battle lost, can we win? and be asked not if we are what we are not to not be told its cold when its hot to not be told rainbows are black and white to not be blamed for their fight to stand and scream it scream it like we mean it armed with pens screams and hair spray our army only grows with days and we will not let fate be victiourious untill the night consumes all of us lets dance upon the sky. in a kingdoom of freedom. free from the lie. that we are the problem