an iron gate surrounds you stinking like rotting lace.
your flags are waving dishonestly.
a pining plaything, so false so pleased, your flags are aching to bloom from distand grouds, drowning out every sound.
ten generations, ten-thousand nations reditributed like a lost and found.
were keeping our flags at home.
you better not child
were keeping our flags indoors.
you better not child
were pulling them from our clothes.
you better not child
were spending some time alone.
you better not child
your flag confessed
like it or not child
its first confession
like it or not child
calling out all your guests
like it or not child,
calling out all your children.
i knocked your system up.
i drank your system down.
im showing symptoms.
i fcked your system.
look, now im pregnant with the whole damn town.
we wrapped your flag up they never want to be alone
we wrapped your flag up tight they never want to be alone
we tucked your flag in theres trouble in the house tonight
we kissed your flag goodnight.
i miss the precious sounds, i miss the tender sounds, i miss the softer sounds.
i miss the underground.