piccolipersempre:

Hear the sound of the falling rain,

Coming down like and Armageddon flame,

The shame, The ones who died without a name,

Hear the dogs howling out of key, To a hymn called

“Faith and Misery”,

And bleed the company lost the war

today I beg to dream and differ,

From the hollow lies, This is the dawning of

the rest of our lives On Holiday                                  [Green Day]