someone found a piece of menand it wasn't till recentlynproblems asidenthat i found out where they hidennnow you're deafnto the cries of your makerngo down into slumbernand industrynno time to benthrown out as you leavencrowned with a sighnby the well when times were badntell me all your talesnrome it tastes of winenthe water fills your laughternuntil you miss your partnin a broken centurynnover and out until you're freenif it doesn't end in laughternit will be a tragedynbut the razorblade was allnand rome it kissed younin the shadow of your makernno time to benthrown out as you leavencrowned with a sighnby the well when times were badntell me all your talesnrome it tastes of winenthe water fills your laughternuntil you miss your partnin a broken centurynand you'd learned it by heartnwhat are you s'posed to seenin the fountain of artnis it better not to start?