.^


                                        (No one
                           No one)

~~

the bugles play
The flutes they sing

But no one comes

;:;

the streets

Melted by rage

The child crying

We trying to think //      does it mean a thing ?

::

Our lover's scent on the sheet

We say means everything

;((

Oh oh        Oh
( everything )

!        ??       !

//

In the sickest of times

It feels so safe

Just to worship our desease

•

And so we worship

Our Desease

:/:

/:/

Bye bye baby

I ain't going with you no where

And you ain't gonna come with me

::

You find yourself in pools of blood

While I just want to be free