Barkmarket Fresh Kills
When the skin begins to fail
How will you feel?
How will you fare?
When the moon hangs like a veil
Shrouding the air in off white despair
And the days they don't seem to turn
And nights only bring small cuts in your burden
And the birds won't sing
Cause their cages stink
And their bright light screams
Don't let on, don't let on
It's not easy anymore
When your throne starts to decay
How will you say
"Yeah, I've got a reason"
And the wind cuts just like regret
Right straight through your chest
I think all things are even
And the birds won't sing
All their cages still stink
All the mirrors arе lying, they're lying, they'rе laughing
Oh, I filled everything in
I filled everything in
I filled all of my days with useless trade
Here comes luck
Here comes sleep in a habit form
I think all the detection is through
It's all used
I filled everything in
Oh, I filled everything in
I filled all the wrong holes
I'm an island that's covered in shit
I'm an island that's covered in shit
Fresh kills
