Marshal Soul - Cradles

Honesty is a one-way gate to hell.
I want to taste consumption, breathe fast, set away,
Stop fidgeting.
Hear the children sing aloud.
It's music till the wick burns out.
Just want to be carefree.
Lately, yeah, just kicking up days.
It's got one too many quarters in my pocket.
It's kind of like the 40 covers in my pocket.
Untied blazes, yeah, just drifting on.