All Teeth

It’s a wicked life, isn’t it?
That’s how you really feel, isn’t it?
You’d like a different life, wouldn’t you?
Everything in place
It’s a wicked life, isn’t it?
Filled with good and bad, haves and hads

I don’t blame you, william
Flesh and bone, just like everyone
I don’t blame you, william
How could you have known?
Just like everyone

It’s a wicked life, isn’t it?
But the scales were tipped long before you
Shoulders weren’t meant to hold
You were made to be crushed, made to believe in love
You were built to break

An army of imperfect animals
All teeth, no hope