Strike

I ain't gotten god damn freedom yet, and the way time goes by is fucking boring, sometimes.
Like photographs on a shoebox, I see our future, and I wish it comes fast.
I look back and I want it again, but no longer is possible to live it twice, so we gotta make it better and so on.
An incredible time is coming soon, darling, we must get our coats and take the next train.
Somedays it's hard to explain.