Pitter patter
All my joints ache tonight
Doesn't matter
There is no way to fight
Sleeping patterns
Everything's outta sync
Bruised and battered
Spiralling down the sink
Clouds gathered
Fog's time to creep
What does it matter
How much you weep?
Our father
Hollow as your name
Burned our bodies
Spitting acid rain
It turned out
It turned out it was bad for us
It turned out
It turned out it was bad for us
Grey skies
All the tales foretold
Drowned out by
The song you never sold
Poor baby
Pouring out your heart
Four seasons
Weeping, sleeping art
It turned out
It turned out it was bad for us
It turned out
It turned out it was bad for us
Fine mist
Cooling off my rage
Poster boy
For not acting my age
Murky waters
Dust and acid rain
Muddy wishes
Devil in disdain