crash

Here is what I said

Made up is his blanket

Up above our heads to

Satisfy the masses lost

This is a present

The Gift-wrapped hollow story sent

Made in ???

The elemental spiritless

What have we become?

A better fitting graces

Makeshift housing a medical nightmare

What have they done?

A tipping over cowardice

Fleeing from the wrong side

The body with the hive

Crash!

No where left to run

Wake up never-land

A never ending worry

Walking hand by hand

And overtaken by the sweat

What have we become

So wrapped up in the blanket's hum

What have we become?

A better fitting graces

Makeshift housing a medical nightmare

What have they done

A tipping over cowardice

Fleeing from the wrong side

The body with the hive

Crash!

No where left to run (2x)

Note the afterbirths

Needles my forgiveness

But opium's excesses

From sitting on the grasses green

Who then holds the gun?

Crash!

No where left to run