Roses for Darth Vader

Catching whiffs of the river bank
There were moments where fear had seemed to grip me
That I'd see the devil-faces of my old friends beneath me
Between
Thrashed decks of skateboards we would ride
And overgrown bushes where we used to
Hide

Vader, point that death star laser
At my teeth and pull
The trigger
Oh please, end my misery
Wishes in a fishbowl
Scooping hands of filth and sin
Collect cuts in your mouth
So the germs can get in
And nothing left the next day but a mask
Hanging from the straps on the back of the branch of the tree
Outside your window
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh