Do you know what’s worth fighting for
When it’s not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating?
Love, Yes love
They say love is God, or is it God is love?
Wording is almost as imperfect as the bare notion of what we think love is. They say it’s cursed by monogamy, they say it is birthed with hate.
Without hate, would it exist?
Without fate does the clock know which motion to take as it waves goodbye to us mere mortals?
As the tic tickles the toc, we die trying to figure out why we’re all here.
“There’s a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street
Every night there the headlights are glowing
There’s a cold war coming on the radio I heard
Baby it’s a violent world
Oh love don’t let me go…”
There’s a cold war coming, and it is us
It’s the conflicts we architect amongst ourselves
With family, best friends forever. We’re bound to feel…
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