Sunny Sunday

We got machines but the kids got Jesus
here in the sound between the clouds and the moon
We find life to be more than just a frequency
In the ground, our roots we’re after
finding harder to relax in the day
Party with the ladybug and the night owls
The life of it all exists between the sounds of all the broken things
and its all the awful things I see inside of me
washed with acid and alcohol
here in a room of white and remorse
lose yourself
as I ride out,
A Sunny Sunday on a Dark horse…

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