rain pelts on rooftops and screams against window pains.
cutting tensions like butchers knives. flesh turns to butter.
tears to salt in wounds deeper than your eyes.
words bruise darker than the queen of hearts.
summer nights and fist fights.
your masks are slipping off all your faces.
make-up's dripping off mine in beads of sweat from stages.
hit this in your veins and you'll never be the same.
tomorrow's not better, just different.
same with the kids of today.
i fear everything but falling.
suns set in her eyes and rise in his mind.
the rain stops.
we lost.
