Mind the watchmen.
Mind the gate.
Mind travel. Place your name
For roulette decides your fate.
In times of trouble.
Mind the watchmen.
Lurking in the guard.
Turn your bullet into an ace of spades
And play the winning cards.
Take your winter breath
Like moons of ghost.
And make the little start.
Take your open wounds.
And bandage all the hate that breaks my heart.
Say my name.
Cradle my ego.
Call me pretty little lies.
Wonder with. Little legs that follow
Crumbs left to mark the path
I must decide.
Try to stick into the mind of evil.
Chosen. In my panic.
Set the status. Of a widow.
*** the kids just lost dad
And all that's left. Is empty glasses