My mothers in the halls  
Ghosts in my mind
I'm being haunted
By burning men
That i thought had left

Haunted by social workers  
with match-lit clipboards  
their ash-smoke clings to my skin
I thought they’d gone
Thought they’d leave me marked as  
Care kid

Don't know how
To take this bout of news
I want to rip the memories out of me
So, i can think

Don't know if they hear me
God knows but he doesn't take  
Well to kids stuck in the system
Father knows, won’t fold
To the will of being a parent

Spiral, rabbit holes
Dark rooms
Climb out of somewhere
Unknown to all but you
pretty paper wrapped round decay

Mother,
All the seconds of the day
Weld to me
Did they weld to you?

I am messing with fate
I can smell the horror
Sense the skin and bones
Of whatever i am becoming

Maybe I'm turning into you, mother?
Maybe i should try to  
Or at least try to be unlike
Not that that’ll ever happen  

Shaking, quaking
to cry
Try to leave my soul
Behind