Vandals - Arthur Beatrice

All of my faults

Could never be yours

Flushed from the stone

Becoming so cruel

What if my heart…

Please receive me

Slow down and talk

Asleep, I’m sneezing

And ache for this ruse

No longer anything new

Just teasing, teasing

Cutting askew

All of my faults

Could never be yours

Flushed from the stone

Becoming so cruel

What if my heart

Can never be fooled?

Empty of life

And bare from the root

Cutting apart

In troubling I find

A form of different kinds

So long and wrong and out

I’m late with my remarks

Sincerely is the start

Of all this hell

I’m messing up the find

I’m cutting up the mind

I’m messing up the find

I’m breaking up the bind

All of my faults

Could never be yours

Flushed from the stone

Becoming so cruel

What if my heart

Can never be fooled?

Empty of life

And bare from the root

All of my faults

Could never be yours

Flushed from the stone

Becoming so cruel

What if my heart

Can never be fooled?

Empty of life

And bare from the root