| Lullaby to a Ghetto |
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| So this is your life |
| This is your world |
| In a lullaby to a ghetto |
| Where you murder boys and girls |
| Ashes of a butterfly |
| On a blood-soaked wand |
| Painted, all decorated |
| Absent and missing |
| Like secret dreams |
| And broken promises |
| Like all our dead |
| And thoroughbred |
| Let the absence of life begin |
| To form an ash |
| And diamond lake |
| Revisionist, rust-torn and red |
| Black sun baked |
| Frank eyes never lie |
| They weep and shine |
| With that emptiness |
| Feral inside them |
| That mirrors can’t define |
| Don’t look to god |
| He’s turned away |
| Savaged by the smell |
| Of the first of seven days |
| So this is your life |
| This is your world |
| In a lullaby to a ghetto |
| Where you murder boys and girls |
