they dug up the fountain where they hold the christmas market
and when they did 
they unearthed a colony of rats hidden under the surface
just existing on food waste
what a way to go

i’ll build a home and blow it down
i’ll take your hand and call you round
i’ll make a mess and call it mine
i think of me all the time

and there’s a bitterness on the tip of my tongue
i’m chasing it down with your taste
it’s all the same
i'll take what i can take

we get what we give
and i gave all i can
i drew knives from the backs of my hands
the flies made a home in my back
i think the train's back on track

the pool was filled with water of sunlight (demo)

xin