and it was maritime
oh it was military time
when we climbed on top
and rode the fall
all the way down
tried like heaven to keep our centers
and definetly didnt listen to the mentally rigormortised threats of violence
we werent interested in revolutions
the same tired wheel turning
we were making something new
we were breaking away.
it wasnt the end
it was the begining of everything.
Regular Clouds 