Cry Havoc Testo

we speak our own language of code, about the things that we own and what we don't know. we've got more words than we do nice things to say and i've got more time to spit than you do to cover your face. one ear's to the alarm and the other's to the phone. a mission of christians, swallowed by lions. when in rome we will drown. feet down, our arms tied to these tomes, we look so much better with the less that we know and no, it doesn't make any sense but that makes all the difference.