As another sun rises
On another broken daughter...

There’s singles in your area and they want to...
And by the look of their pictures you’re in for...

In day with sun low and beaming
I beheld a fellow dreaming...

The Keeper of uncertain worlds
Spins the dice and rolls the wheel...

What do you want from me
Tell me what it is you need...

There’s a madman in my block of flats
He writes obscenities on the wall...

Fire fighting my friends more protest no peace
Baby’s catching blue rubber bullets in their...

They pushed spikes into my ears
So the last words I heard were theirs...

A palace built from the skin of dying angels
Red feathers falling down...

A fairy tale for forgotten children
The story teller tending a dying flame...

So I have bled for you
You who do not care...

It's
Covered in soap...