She's No Wallace

Ruined is the word man.

Idiots really stick out.

Chicken shit.

Dark winter.

Never ever ever.

We're not hurting that much.

Rolling around in bed at night.

She's no Wallace.

No where to go.

Who built the cages.

Sitting in squalor.

What about the hoodies.

Laughing at dead birds.

Go to bed, fool.

Success will bring us together.