Release the Pulse
The endless empty rooms
the cart with books to the brim
tipped over left to kick
down empty hallways
into new hands
unto others
the carts they wash away
the bricks will tumble down
and in the morning
there is one in your pocket
filled with new masters
the bricks they've tumbled down
that solid hollow sound
and in the morning
filled with new masters
the bricks they've tumbled down
that solid hollow sound
Release the pulse
I thought reflections were free
Writer/s: Brian Joseph Wilson, Jason Edward Cieradkowski, John W Fesken, Joseph Mario Centeno, Mark T Townsend, Scott Zillitto, Thomas Edward Barrett
