Sincerity surrounds my sins,
Wrongdoings that mother will never know.
“Help Us Put An End to Mental Illness.”
Hospital’s came home,
Closed my eyes, and naked nurses ran one hell of a show,
In the four corners of my boredom…
Mother was not to blame.
Carried by care and concerned for a cure,
We will meet every now and then, some scattered nights,
When we die our temporary deaths.