The Suburbs Breed Showmen - My Bitter End

Before the blackened walls, this picket white protection serves as a constant

curtain to the things a child sees

And blaming innocence, for what you’ve gone through, and in this day,

you built a wall

It’s 12 o’clock and she hasn’t returned.

What have you done with my daughter?

She’s not been herself in some days, for her lack of of appearance I’d live to

regret

She’s dead.

Push forward with plans of this escape.

Walls, walls, walls,

weak and weathered

Weak and weathered.

I remember when the lights went out;

I remember when the

lights when out

You had 3 days, look what you’ve done.

Now all the loveless will encircle.

Pray that she is alright, in this time it seems for them

All will.

Now I know, now I know not to go.

Now, I know.

Now she tries to sleep

She tries to pet her hands on something left, how could they believe you?

And as the walls come into her, she will

And as the walls become to her, as the walls cave in, and the walls became to

her no more

Don’t speak of a sunset she will never see the fucking light again

And if the sunsets she will never see the light of day again

Don’t speak of sunsets she will never see the light again sleep tight and know

your neighbors well