The Prickles, My God the Prickles

I thought that you had supplied me with the wings I needed to fly away,

But they were just a finely crafted illusion of safety.

Without a single flaw, the design process resulted in complete failure.

And the promises you spent, were all lies that I have meant.

Just once, did you not think about how it would feel?

Yeah. And I’ve been dropped back down again.

This is a fucking pinwheel of disaster.

Thanks, but I think that I’ll just sit back and get hypnotized by the colours.

A stage littered in flowers. I’ll bow and receive the applause.

Another catastrophe averted.