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