LULLABY from TINY VIOLINS by Jack Dean and Company

Darkness is all that keeps us safe.
So let's turn out the lights
It’ll all turn out fine, well that’s a lie
But at least tomorrow

Still has no mistakes in,
This is a shit lullaby
But It’s all I provide until the
Moonlight shines a

Bove you making everything gleam
Diaphanous floodwaters in its floodlights
Makes me wonder if this whole thing’s a dream
And the real world will be born with the sunrise


Always on that try hard fail, try again fail cry shit
Get cape wear cape fall a hundred feet and fucking die shit
Can’t nobody tell me to keep all this shit private
Hit the deep-end on the Tom Daley when I’m diving

Jesus didn’t take the wheel, guess I’m still driving
Where the fuck we headed ain’t no GPS provided
Fine then as long as someone puts some massive emo bangers
On the bluetooth and cranks that that shit up to the highest

I don’t really know how these kids even survive it
Call’em Gen-Z because they might be the final
Everywhere I go I see the threat of state violence
Everything I write you hear the sound of tiny violins

First world problems well I guess you’re probably right bitch
But I never knew a world that wasn’t in crisis
But I heard that words the ancient greek one for choice
So I choose to keep striving

The stars are all that light our way,
Until the powers back on,
And these dark thoughts are gone
But they are never gone just

Waiting to retake center stage
But we all know our parts
And until the next show starts we let the curtains fall and
Cover up a multitude of sins
Imperfect in the umbral arches

And somewhere out there a new mess begins
But not until this moment passes

And I don’t need you to lie for me die for me
Just allow me the space to grow and set a little bit of time aside for me
How many of us cut everyone so much slack
And then hold ourselves to the standard that’s way up above the atmos

Phere cognitive bias is such a fucker
It smothers out all the balance and sad-boys all your summers
The tie goes to the runner the tide never recovered
The wave became the wages of sin borne to suffer

I’m here, I can’t say much more, can’t say much less
Hardly ever present and rarelyy at my best
I missed all of your calls but I replied to your texts
Because my circuits freak out whenever the line connects

You don’t have to be the baddest bitch whatever that shit means
You don’t have be anyone but who you are actually
Tomorrow might not come for you and me
But on balance you still need to go the fuck to sleep

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