Mark'll Sink Us - The Fall

The ward was arraigned with spats of blood

The victim, castigate, and yet, part of us

The thoughts in eyes as seen under a hood

Burned in my own eyes and in my blood!

Mark’ll sink us

A message mesmerized, on all English breath

The crux pretty grasped, but mostly misunderstood

Mark’ll sink us

I am desolate.

I live the black and blue of the night

Friend depression comes now and again once in a blue moon

It points backwards thus:

Mark’ll sink us