Loco Flow
Every other thing I hear around so tormenting
Seems like our realm is ending, bending back to the beginning
All this pain can't be measured and where's the light in this tunnel?
Take me out in a stretcher, out of the water and back into a drought
Not enough going against the grain, they're launching missiles at crossed purposes again
Crossing the same paths, denting the same ground
A merry-go-round
A four-dimensional burial ground
Everything we need is right here
Why fight over the soil if we can't fight over the sun?
Writer/s: Jackie Mendoza
