do we know whats going on here

do we know whats going on here


this is my symphony as a portriat

clouds of seperate explosions in the sky

and all

this sweet war

the still frame photographs burned into the inside of my mind


etched into the back of my concience

i seemed to have engraved to deep i fear

etched into the back of

this hollow shell

its breaking through and making things less clear


ide like to know whats going on here

ide like to know whats going on here


do we know whats going on here (do we know whats going on)

do we know wahts going on here


etched into the back of my concience

i seemed to have engraved to deep i fear

etched into the back of

this hollow shell

its breaking through and making things less clear