Shattered stilts, broken clocks, fields of mines.
Clip the wings of doves and ravens, dimly cloaked in white.
Fear is a blessing, don't grow up, you'll regret when you were young.
Don't you know I bring the bad news every time I come?
Angry words turn to shame and guilty lines
Burn the wick at both ends now, you feel the fading light.
Turn me into anyone, I'll be the one who's right
Don't you know I bring the bad news anytime I'd like?
Empty halls, dried up creeks and riverbeds.
Nothing here is up-and-running, gracefully half-dead.
Don't believe in your former thoughts, they're scattered,
No one with you in the dark.
Don't you know I bring the bad news everytime I talk?
Reaching out for nothing tangible 'cause it makes you feel like you're the one they want.
Stoically supported by your inner thoughts...
Those you lost...
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