Glove In Hand - Sharks

Stepped outside from feeling ill at ease

Breathed in air wild roses feed at nature’s putridity

I can’t believe I’m jailed in neighbourhood

I can’t believe I lived to stomach it

Bring him in, shield his eyes

Shy away from all street crime

Thought not what was truly mine

Four pretty ears and two dull knives

In old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hate

In old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hate

Crawled back home from being stabbed three times

Chose with care exactly where to lay and die

Glove in hand, coat on wall

Sadness in the breath of every call

We’re taking too long to make

This shard of entrust break

In old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hate

In old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hate