Flickr: J Eirikis' Photostream

We are men of nature
We are made from the earth
At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt

The tides changed its time to go home
The waves said I should go
The wind began to blow and the water got tall
And that's when I went home

Tearing out all these open pages,
Women and kids of all ages,
Millions of men with blank faces,
Italicised lies, headlines, bold type

Living lives just like deer in headlights,
Terrified, blind, and wait to die,
I wonder when they'll come get me

Big shot screaming, "Put your hands in the sky,"
He says, "Give it up boy, give it up or you're gonna die"

J Eirikis' photostream