Fever

Heads locked
There’s need for peace
Confusion all around
There’s need for love
In the vines and the crimes we commit
There’s need to burn soul
Let’s yearn for better times
These times are insane
No doubt
But we need to go back
Into our arms
It’s a shame we have fought for so long
We are tired
Haven’t you gotten enough?
Fighting all night through your heart
You’re bond by the shame
I know
So let’s get back
Into the source of our pain
Ridding our ways, free from comprise