Do we often dream of peace

The truth is incomplete

Do you find yourself cutting deep

I have a trick you won’t believe

In a rose bush slip and fall

Leaning drunk against the wall

I made a big mistake

Entertainer lost inside of the maze

Hanging fool, lock away the key

Lie me down to sleep

Shaking hands don’t mean anything

Burn to death you stupid kings

Drift away and know that you’re okay

Eyes of god his lungs as brains