I knew these stones
From which they carved crosses...

I did something bad today
I stood up and looked at me...

I bring the dirt
You bring the bleach...

Let’s talk about trauma
Where to begin...

Thoughtless minds thinking thoughtless words
Voiceless mouths shouting for freedom shut...

From this hillside
Covered in carnivorous roses...

Molly ran away as far as the police are concerned
Rebecca went to the shop and never returned...

All those days you thought
You were on your own...

In the way I find this night
Solitary, calm and lone...

I saw you there
Too docile to care...

O’er the garden wall
Too nimble to fall...

Roll up everybody
See the circus of freaks...