we've got prices on our heads
and milestones around our necks
we try to live forgiven, but they won't let us forget
the bodies we're still in,
the bodies that we still war against!
"We believe we were made to be equal men, the city streets are lined with our vagabond friends. The rain, it washes their unkept heads and they will know grace when the day ends."
This is my soul.
Catcher in the Rye
1984
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
Macbeth