Everyone is running
after a girl in a skirt when she’s singing
(Actually she’s screaming)
and the gutters keep filling
there is so much death without depth
and people are waging wars over their precious money
that keeps going in and out
and no one will fucking quit
I dont hear her voice anymore
why does anyone keep breathing?
why do the sickest souls live so damn long
And the young die screaming?
So I will sing alongside her ghost
As if her heart was still beating




