sing child of right and wrong gimme things that dont last long

[empallin]

smallish ashes

write what you know
write with your heart
just get the words on paper
if i knew anything
shattered to bits
i cant find the words
and if i had a sholder to cry on
one i could trust
urgents stars bloom
in a frenzied mess
drive it into the ground
and ramble on
can i be sick now
touched torched twisted
be done with it
and then be gone