Brocilo Restoration - mid march snow

I've seen these things before
A week in the war
Could have been more if i wasn't so lucky

In a dead of night
A low head of lights
Beneath the sky forever unbuckling

Past the sleeping tanks
And the weeping banks
Of the Jala river adjacent

Where i learned to ride a bike
Now i teach mine alike
In the school lot our east windows are facing

We're here now
In mid-march snow
Watching the same clouds
Form across the globe

I am the prince of darkness
Under a bus bench
Smuggled through customs
Budding criminal mind
In disguise
Iron Maiden tabs
Racking up library fines
These last few months have changed us
I'm on foreign soil with strangers

In a superficially similar nation
I was the foreign minister of assimilation
Ever since my desire for sameness is waning
I've been plotting a shoddy coup to assassinate it
We just want to make a dent
Before finishing in urns
In between is all diminishing returns
Jesus is back, overqualified for curing lepers
He's come back to earth
To shoot the sht and sway electors

But i am yours now
Now and forever
As tomorrow's windows are
Passing by

The future, whatever
We say nonchalantly
Stubbing your toe
You send the night to die

But i am yours now
Now and forever
As tomorrow's windows are
Passing by

The future, whatever
We say nonchalantly
Shrugging your shoulders
You send the night to die

Written by:
Dragan Brocilo

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