Disarm v1

Disarm, Smashing Pumpkins

Please don't sleep my child
This can't be reality
The tempest storm at sea
And for this I do revile
The Lord promised everyone but me
Now ice runs thru my veins
After what a vane man demand to be insane

I sleigh that they burn every sevenths of an inch
Then send a psalm back to you upon the song of a weathered finch

"I used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes, And what I choose should be my choice, what's a boy supposed to do, the killer in me is the killer in you. My love. I send this smile over to you"

As the ghost tap of my enemy
What was on the other side of my door
was no one that was a friend to me
Like some simple whore
They left me drowning in their misery
As they prayer befalls the Hail Mary
They rather me die in lies
As most stand in form of disguise
Reep as we sow when?
Before, here, or after then?

"Burn, Burn, Bun"
"I used to be a little boy, so old in my shoes, And what I choose should be my choice, what's a boy supposed to do, the killer in me is the killer in. I send this smile over to you"