Nomads

On our hearts I am writing in a steep. Walk along do we never ever complete. Maybe in the center of our heart. Maybe in an it you have to know we Are fucking nomads in the deep. On our hearts I am writing in a steep. Walk along do we never ever complete. Maybe in the center of our heart. Maybe in an it you have to know we Are fucking nomads in the deep. All is yours, airplanes, ships, factories, Banks, house plans. If you rest your gaze upon gold, old coins, Dollar track marks and flags. In your hand the keys to all highways and Byways, your home. Now despite broken back, I run by all the streets. I wanna go back to the last. Perhaps you are in, in a circumstance whereby you Got something to buy. Maybe you are in a blast. Looking to the sun, looking to the moon. I am working all night forgetting money. Waiting for the news, maybe I'll soon. Where'd you go, my lovely, my honey? I do not make a G. I do not make something for free. Less money, more humanity. And our native hospitality. On our hearts I am writing in a steep. Walk along do we never ever complete. Maybe in the center of our heart. Maybe in an it you have to know we Are fucking nomads in the deep. On our hearts I am writing in a steep. Walk along do we never ever complete. Maybe in the center of our heart. Maybe in an it you have to know we Are fucking nomads in the deep. Voice are quiet, not so with the force of A manifesto. They say what they mean. I place at the heads of these voice one Verb, intervene. I know that is my duty. I know that is my aim. I know that is my right to intervene in All and in everything. It's no mere delight. It is an obligation. You have been obligated by your country and all Other nations. By the timid bird in the sky. By the irreplaceable dawn. Intervene, do not wait. And your world will fight egos against villainy. Shut the gate. On our hearts I am writing In a steep. Walk along do we never ever Complete. Maybe in the center of heart. Maybe in an it you have to know we Are fucking nomads in the deep. On our hearts I am writing in a steep. Walk along do we never ever complete. Maybe in the center of our heart. Maybe in an it you have to know we Are fucking nomads in the deep. On our hearts I am writing in a steep. Walk along do we never ever complete. Maybe in the center of our heart. Maybe in an it you have to know we Are fucking nomads in the deep. On our hearts I am writing in a steep. Walk along do we never ever complete. Maybe in the center of our heart. Maybe in an it you have to know we Are fucking nomads in the deep.