It's moments like these that turn our smiles to dust
It calls for swords
Crusades against the whining babes
All you have to do is take a breath
All you have to do is come up for air
Are you even here?
Is this making sense at all?
When do they open their eyes?
You can punch that wall until your bones are mud
But don't hold your breath
They never open their eyes
So we meet the iron steed