the dreams of dying mothers
i awoke my
insides shuddered
the greycoats of the infantry
victims looking for sympathy
the splash of october swimmers
the cheers of helsinki winners
my barbed bones of futility
leeking morrow of ability
and i don't need anyone
and you don't need
anyone
i want to be a happy boy
this means that you must employ my lies
when i
want you
and i don't need anyone
i want to be a happy boy
this means that you
must employ my lies
and i don't need anyone
and you don't need anyone
i want to
be a happy boy
this means that you must employ my lies
when i want you
and i
don't need anyone
and i don't need anyone
and i don't need anyone
