Glove In Hand

Stepped outside from feeling ill at ease. 
 Breathed in air wild roses feed at nature's putridity
 I can't believe I'm jailed in neighbourhood. 
 I can't believe I lived to stomach it
 Bring him in, shield his eyes. 
 Shy away from all street crime
 Thought not what was truly mine, 
 Four pretty ears and two dull knives
 In old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hate
 In old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hate
 Crawled back home from being stabbed three times. 
 Chose with care exactly where to lay and die
 Glove in hand, coat on wall, 
 Sadness in the breath of every call
 We're taking too long to make 
 This shard of entrust break
 In old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hate
 In old, I engage to take on every passing day with true hate