Cradle And All

Thoughts into the black of what we are I can't comment back if I can't come undone A satellite crashed in my back yard A vision of love in the trunk of my car An uninvited reign has come here thus far Approaches the front door, a threat to what we are So drag the ball and chain to the top of the wall And down will come the cradle and all You've got your mother's smile and it's not your fault I sympathize, for so did I fall Swallow, light the match, and breathe lit fire We're either stuck in line, or lost in desire An underground campaign has learned of what we are And only knows our names, to try and sell our scars So grab the ball and chain. To the top of the wall And down will come the cradle and all