Jul 24, 2020
I look into your eyes, our very last time.
Disease in my brain, our hearts in the rhyme.
Words have meaning, they’re all spoonfed letters.
The road built my growl, the road holds our past.
A lightning storm with words, my fires are specific.
Metallic reflection from house lights and souls.
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We’re a Bad Influence because we INCITE change through inclusion, thought and creativity. We imagine a world where people can think critically, express themselves, and thumb their nose at the status quo, together.
Ran an indie record label, now running a new multimedia site called Generation Riff. More info on Twitter @robjanicke & @generationriff linktr.ee/RobJanicke
