In Your smile is born my very breath
I give you all i have to give
Your lies have brought about my death
For trust has no place left to live

Times like these turn your mouth into a gullet
your frown into a scowl
your yawn into a howl

Times like these make drunks alcoholics
you scamper then you walk
you scream then you talk

These are glorious times, my dear
They turn our boredom
into your fear