Split the pack,
We could share our cigarettes.
But the farther flown we become,
The nearer our foes come.
I could call you,
Call you into my grey sea,
But the waves would come between us,
My outstretched hand fall to dust
Through the piles of singed flowers,
To the graves engulfed
By the smoke we fed you
Can you call him your alibi?
So sing me a lullaby
We could split the pack.
Catching water in our empty stomachs,
Hungry for some thirst.
We will never be back.
Pack supplies, I’ll pack the rest.
Water rising through your chest. So try
To call for him now, your Saviour.
Tell him how, you caved in.
And craved him.
You did this to yourself.
You will never be back,
And I will miss you.
We will never be back.
