free

lets disappear, spread your wings- we're out of here, there's nothing left, but no one's gone, you're what I know, but it all seems wrong.
There's voices calling, in the dead of night, silence stammering through the light. There's people watching from behind their masks, breathing into their frozen hearts.
There's a catch phrase here, and a rhyme to fit, an evil fear and a on a line it fits.
Write with me, we'll spend the days, walking together through streets and lanes, alone in their business, afraid in themselves, like old rusty toys all stacked on a shelf.
We're nothing but everything that lingers inside, the truth of what we're trying to hide, so take it from me- there's not a reason to see.
when everything here is as simple as free.