Shards Summer Sickness
The summer fills me
With a kind of sickness
It sends my stomach in
Twists and turns
The road to work
Feels like it's never ending
It drains my soul and
Moistens my brow
The summer fills me
With a kind of sickness
It sends my stomach in
Twists and turns
The road to work
Feels like it's never ending
And when I see a schoolboy's playing in the street
I feel like I should drown them
Drown them
