-Principles of the Dead-
You want to know what's wrong with us kids today?
Well you are asking the wrong question.
What's wrong with you today?
I went to sleep with you the moral arbiter and I woke up with the building burning.
I went to sleep bundled up by the lie of your love and woke up with the truth of your death.
The fire won't touch us. The fire won't touch us. And that's okay. Okay?
Mother, what is that smell?
Oh baby it's just some deadwood, we're cold.
Father, are we in hell?
Oh darlin' we just need room to breathe.
Should I stop the cradle burning?
It's too late for that, she says.
Just look ahead, she says.
The fire won't touch us. The fire won't touch us.
And that's okay, okay..
Says her corpse, okay, okay.
-Rebecca M. Forté