Pale Fairytale
A breakdown behind closed doors
No one sees, no one knows
Your secret lives, with homemade knives
Hidden in their clothes
Promise not to tell your pale fairytale
Architect of your own neglect
Material desires
You woke up in some white ghetto
Heart burning tenement fire
Promise not to tell your pale fairytale
Broken homes and smashed cell phones
Experiments with death
You fell in love with misery
And he stole your last breaths
Promise not to tell your pale fairytale