The stars will be your night lights tonight. And I will be your lullaby. . They dragged it up. And I continued with the beatings. And how you bleed. Oh yes, you could bleed forever.
Why do we need this?. Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men'. Well, that fucker lied to us. Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland.
Water broken voice, saturates a microphone. Into a receiver with no tongue. Offering little to what it knows. . Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats.