Are You Okay, Kiddo? - Heavy Heavy Low Low

Our guise is that

Of an apparition

Enthralled in the

Vanity of self worship

Our robe our crown

As much a part of us

As the very marrow

In our bones

We'll have you begging

For your mother

In the morning

Your father is out

He's damn right

He should be worried

They'll

Call you Jane doe

Loking for you

Jane doe

One in a million

One and the same

One empty chamber

One less to blame

One in a million

One and the same

One empty chamber

One less to blame

This is a failing institution

And I've failed to notice

I've learned not to

Despise this sentiment

Complacency invokes

Atrophy's embrace

And so what if

Run

Run

Run

I can't

I'd run

Run

Run

Run somebody

I can run

I run

As devils stuck face

The floyed

They ground