What if I wanted to break?
Lie down to sleep at a wake...

We guessed wrong,
but knew it all along...

She looks down and sees,
a razor in her hand...

Take a deep breath,
close the eyes...

Christmas lights are shining all around the room,
Why is mummy sleeping when there is no booze...

His coffin slowly lowers into the ground,
with his wife, song and friends all around...

A baby in the belly,
a life inside...

Her feet wander along the broken path.
Blood trickles on the pebbles with each step...

Alcohol masks his breath,
another dying sigh leaves his lips...

The faster there falling.
The redder they become...

She's silently crying,
while her parents fight...

Santa took me for a ride,
up upon his sleigh...