Burn me my loathing burn me
Make me weep for solitude for that which I wish so hard
So difficult to make amends so difficult
Not that I have joined, in reprieve, my family
In fault and tolerance
But that I wish to know more than before and
And, and, and…
That’s how it goes
We all sell our souls but for good?
But for good
Catastrophe waitress take me into your diner and
Shine the light for my fellow guests
