We are the wretched, wicked,
sweet wandering souls.
We give and we take,
of course we're all fake.

They plundered the veins in my hearts.
Stole all the best goods
and shipped them far apart.
Forget the ****-heads and liquor thieves,
the worst offense is one seen so normally,
but it burns eyes and sews mouths shut.

Actions seen so normally,
but what's behind the curtain nobody sees.
Beware of nights like these
for the perpetrators all come at ease.