I cried in the kitchen, holding her arms
We cried in unison, we harmonised
Mourning for Christine, mourning for ourselves
We lost our parents to the devils child
Stuffing our insides we lay loose
Sinking our feelings down to food
Pulling our hair out one by one
Screaming egg shells, oh what has become?
Of you
What has become ?
Of me
As we lose ourselves in this field of grey
Tower of blocks about to fall down
We retreat into the winter has our hearts grow cold
Trying to believe in our own lies
Time is our savior will it heal the wounds?
And the walls keep on shaking
I call out for some security
Oh what has become
Of this
Of us
Of me
As we lose ourselves
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