everybody's happy
once in a while this seems for real
until the time it's over

forget, taking those pills
they won't change,
the nature of our nature


life's a (*##$
and he won't have you telling her

where she will take you

times a line they draw* to hold us

to the thought the grave will hold us



makeshift, memories fill our minds with worms,
that eat the wide eye lenses


beauty, it needs to be ill
in order to feel the pain that rests beside it


life's a (*##$
and she won't have you telling him
where she will take you


times a line they draw* to hold us
to the thought the grave will hold us