omorrow there were surrounding madmen. everywhere we heard a woman chasing. today we did yell at them. yes. yesterday we will have to cry. last week, we must never, to them our minds surrender. we didn't. Freedom they say is only in music repeated. tangible promise. we did not understand. we did. but tomorrow we played music that hill that untruth. yes. oh yesterday we should tap to lonely chairs we won't. today we will have to… we did bounce and did we dance. we won't stop. tomorrow we have been there; the music is repeating that climax. tangible. yes. promise no- confident freedom there will be yesterday~
