The fire is all I know
I didn’t mean it though
We didn’t mean it though
I thought we could escape
This old island of hate
Perfect posture
And lemon on lobser
Bullied by our mothers
Turned into monsters
Our fathers are imposters
We’d run away and think this is funny
We’d say it was an accident, cover it up with money
I remember it all
At the fire our desires  
Sharing my idea with the liars  
Was this all my fault
For surviving it all