Staying alive on artificial happiness
Trees with black and cracked branches
Pawns become real
And I begin to feel
Hands lost, mind pushed over
Frost covered leaves, the television broken
Flashing, crashing, toasting, roasting
Feeling, reeling, emptiness reeking
Madness, sadness, friendless beeping
Heartache, back break, no one sleeping
Teeth white, eyes wide
These lives flash bright
Bread crumbs, butcher comes
To steal and heal and break the law
To bend and send us all to hell
One, two, three, four
I can’t take this anymore
Five, six, seven, eight
Trapped inside with all this hate
Mind found, peace restored
Fly away