It's safer travel by the deadbeat
My kindest worlds are penned relief with predicted patience
My Monsters My diabolical children
One face disgraced - The other held in singular distaste
And if I find myself inside the books upon my shelf such pointless energy
A cautious and fragmented duel: my silence kills my writing skills
One face disgraced - The other held in love's embrace
And all live the low life - All the effort they give to me is endless
And all live the low life - All the comfort they bring to me is endless
It's a conscious thing to be a stepping stone
We'll grind that thought into these devastated bones
My tiny murderess My blackest widow A tired songstress
One face disgraced - The other held in love's embrace