Black Square - Loma Prieta

Witheout or read your diary

Out loud

We’ve all read it anyway

Or just blackout the secrets

We’re al dying in vain

There’s a greyed out category in the spreadsheet

Where my name was supposed to be

«Promise to join us

Not to leave us

Take my hand now.»

Know when to walk away

Know when to run

It’s a sick cold dead place

We landed

In retrospect it all looks better

If you survive it

Get up each morning try, push, fight

It’s just the same

It’s cold