H.A. Wallace Space Academy

What you think is freedom
Isn't where your choice goes And now you fear everything
There’s lost years and more wars to go
I guess it's so typical cause nothing’s getting done
In a ditch with a shovel
In a bombed out space where the roads need fuel to survive
If the fog caves in
We’re discovered
They'll never tell you about the plans of the few they promised it to
They're not like you
And they'll never serve you
When arson plays its role There’s an unarmed maniac
to chase you home
It must’ve been rendered sentimental
Uncomfortable you head that way
To rise up and break your fall
A native tongue will hold you Lets hope
So say you will look and find it soon
Go ahead, you save yourself
Formulate and save yourself
My own way of systems
Often sold to nations
Sorrow, amelioration
Attention, Jupiter
My own way of systems
sold to nations