My mother taught me to be fair But never what to do When others had not learned this lesson And lived by different rules As I fell into their hands With no shield but my skin I never had the chance To run or to win So I take lessons from my father Of sick …


Grey cement of the station Empty feelings from November A drunken nights failed creation Dried up in mid-December Eaten up by stupid vermin But I found it fascinating Entertainment from a purging While I’m standing here and waiting


Stoned heart heart of stone breaking every fragile bone Heating up melted cheese drowning that which will not leave Thick grey smoke baked heartache nothing made of stone can break