Oh, but enough to get out
Out of the child's world
A girl, wrestling the child
Shot the sun
I came down from the mountains
I came down to see you
To see you
Baby, don't let me lose my reason
Don't let me lose my head
I lose faith
Don't let me lose my head

Put me in your pockets
Don't you worry, you'll get better

I'm a devil for letters

I came down from the mountains
I killed all of your children
Strange as it may seem
Just as a ghost might play
I took a boring down on the mountains
We are all left, lost in the snow
Waiting for you
Waiting to guide us

I lose my sense of reason
Put me in your pockets
Till I get better





















Memorial Day


Why do you look so down?
This is the way we jump and scream
Why do you look so down?
This is the way we punch and scream


Punch and kick. Punch and kick. Make the other children sick because we punch and kick.