Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
But their music feels lost in the past...

What do you want from me
Tell me what it is you need...

The Keeper of uncertain worlds
Spins the dice and rolls the wheel...

Baked from the sun
Choking on the dust...

Fire fighting my friends more protest no peace
Baby’s catching blue rubber bullets in their...

No solace in sleeping
Just dark dreams and dread...

These animals were picked for the waste they make
So that your roses could grow strong in time...

You aren’t mean to be
wrong and impossible...

There is a man, no-one has seen
Whose eyes are a sickly shade of green...

I walk in this shadow
Where light leaves me be...

I lie here
Forgotten by everyone...

Moon shadows they dance
Upon a young child's face...