Lyrics to Hamlets

This is it. The nights that stand on two the morning

breakfast blues, we must not hold back what keeps us in

tact. Our secret tired lonely eyes, still we keep out

necks high. And while your cons and everlongs all sound

the best. A plague builds from the space between your

shirt and your chest. So save us the phrase "a sight for

bored lives" we're just a city of hamlets, minus

surprise. So from the end to the start, wolf tickets

aside, welcome home a premature suicide.