| Singing praises was never a feature | |
| Encouraged in me or my kind. | |
| Every time they remain with my hand to my mouth, | |
| The crowded borders leave me colour-blind; | |
| Pushing me for the death warmed up | |
| And the flowers and fur to parade, | |
| In the time that it takes for the ritual wake | |
| They've broken all the promises they made. | |
| I was driven away to distraction and | |
| Couldn't see we were all laid to waste, | |
| Never sleeping, | |
| I saw my abduction from | |
| Solid areas fallen with grace. | |
| I come drifting through the draughting | |
| Dropping out of sight, | |
| I'm not begging for love, | |
| I'm empty as | |
| I am. I'm beginning to wonder is the ability too weak? | |
| If this stark interior surrounds me, am | |
| I so unique? | |
| Little blue souvenir to remind me of | |
| Restless days when | |
| I should have said | |
| No, And you know that | |
| I've nothing to share with you | |
| For the chance of the love that we save: | |
| I wanted to be magnificent | |
| For the less-than-a-lifetime of mine, | |
| I forget where | |
| I came in, | |
| All I know there's no discipline now. |
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