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
Note the afterbirths Needles my forgiveness But opium's excesses From sitting on the grasses green Who then holds the gun?
