Saint Dymphna

Getting used to battery, Getting used to getting through it Consequence of no consequence If any calm, a calm despair Each nite is stupid Callous, severe Each nite is out of control Brutal and cruel Headphones turned up Cuckoo and bright Scream into the flickering void Black lipstick, no eyebrows Black pharmacy hair, no safe place to stay You've tried to run before And you will try again He is not what you are His life is not the end Caring not for thorns But the thorns are always there Wail as you lead the way Maculate to immaculate Each day, ludicrous Cuckoo and bright Each day preposterous rot Brutal and cruel Volca turned up Callous, severe Riot into glittering space Black trench coat, no bus pass Black pointed shoes, no safe place to stay You've tried to run before And you will try again He is not what you are His life is not the end You've tried to run before And you will try again This is not what you are This life is not the end