Mail Bomb

Maybe it's just heaven
Or maybe just vacation
To escape the gun
To escape what we've become
Maybe it's just written
In the sympathy of the sun
Following is forbidden
Forbidden is what I've become
Blind footsteps
Damages
Time pieces
Damages
You've done
I'm sending all these things to you
I'm telling all my friends about you
I hope it makes things clear for you
I hope it makes things easier
So much easier