Lullaby, lullaby, lull me to sleep,
such a sweet, sweet respite
as I’m trying to breathe.
They are trying to make us redundant
They woke the broke, the crooks
And we swallow volcanic combustions
Pretending to be … aligned.
Reality hurts.
Incomprehensible as it may seem
It is a sweet, sweet lullaby that fits what we’re made to believe.
If we a…