Union lack…

Put up a flag, desperate to fit…
Flags that were used on hideous ships…

Where are you Jack?
Who is it this time?

Can’t help think of the kids that have to fight to survive…
Whilst yours flit between different lives, crying inside…

Sing them a brutish lullaby,
About a world that never lived…
The same lullaby that reverberates through the opera boxes of this creaking pit…

It’s only purpose to keep you as the sick,
The sick who were shown to sit and take it, teeth full of grit; or vilely spit, taken in the clutches of that ugly shadow bearer’s writ…

The child looks like a clown because of what you did…

The child’s not scared of clowns now, they’re not scared of anything…

Soot on their face and blood on their lips…
They’re broken inside, yet we are the sick…

We’re sick of your lies
We’re sick of our frame
We’re sick of your blame
We’re sick of your lack of shame…

We’re sick of your hideous, righteous twist
We’re sick of your negligent noose
We’re waiting for it to trip back on you…
We’re waiting for you to tell the truth

the sickness has claimed me
the plague has overtaken my body
aches and pains
raw and runny nose
bedridden and exhausted
this night may be my last

She is aware of her foolishness.
That kind of girl who can't even say it out loud yet has a lot in mind.
She wishes you could understand more, but you are you.
At times, she also struggled to understand herself.
They are both doomed, trying at different paces.
Leaving a permanent mark to remember.

i bet you’re on the pills again
cuz you’re still missing me
and your girlfriend she ended it
so how are you supposed to sleep

yeah i bet you’re on the pills again
your pain cuts so deep
tequila can’t fill the cuts
they’re everywhere you leave

i hope your daddy’s done hating you
i don’t know cuz he knows and won’t save you
explains how f-ed up you came to be
explains the ways you treated me

you’ve been sick and i fell for it
i’ve loved the sick since i could breath
thinking maybe i could save you
how hilarious of me
and i’m sick for kind of loving it
the way that you needed me
cuz the sick can be contagious
and you were contagious to me
i bet you’re on the pills again

I have a cold, and

I enjoy the drowsiness --


It gives me shelter.