A crooked smile a crooked eye
Bent up when you was a little kid
An unfortunate disguise
For a pure heart, marked by the outside
That sometimes creeps inward and changes you and makes 
you feel
As if you're work were your whole life
You're sleepless and sickly
And so serious, you let it ring you dry, ring you dry
But your righteous vow alone will never bring you joy
A crooked smile a crooked eye
You let it become you
And wish some pane of glass
Would bend your crooked light, into straight lines, 
straight lines
Injuries
Helplessness
Evil men
The peace you get from them
From them from them from them
You stupid shit.....That was 12 years ago.....