Prisonsong

Prisonsong

prisonsong

I wish I could turn that stereo up, drown out all the static from space. Schemin’ For The Masses, you know how it goes. Walking over the city with that stereo above the clouds, I wish I could crank the dial louder and louder, past the marks on the volume, past the marks on the walls, making this prisonsong my anthem.

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