Bonaparte

You look at me and I look at you. I know the answer, it's false or true. I memorize every word you say. Who is Google, anyway? I can tell, where your fingers go. On one hand yes, on the other no. I know you better than you know yourselves. You stare

The next war won't be our war neither your dazzling dreams and buried a lighter the only defense is to march in a million like rain on the ocean, you and me and - cut a wire, be a bird shoot the messenger before he can say a word we have nothing left