Aking Decomposing Lullaby
Bad wind breathing in the streets tonight A gunshot rhythm to a decomposing lullaby I rest my head on the bosom of restless nights Death is dining at our table We feast on our nails There's a bullet with my name on Waiting to exhale inside of me There's not alot of sympathy With the life I'm leading If only I could begin again But I'm not surprised it's the end
I feel helpless I can't help it if I don't need a lullaby We need a miracle If this is where our hearts lie Where is our home? I rest my head on the bosom of little faith
Still we keep hanging on for a saint Barking serenade of panic The moon is wailing Quench your thirst my son Make sure you lick the knife clean Inside of me my life will be an offering To those that I have failed There's a bottle with my name on And I'm waiting to inhale
I rest my head on the bosom of restless highs I rest my head on broken promises
