Baby Sling / Ballon Born

Paint drawing
Skipping around, barrettes and rubber bands
Protection at all costs

A bumbling, two different fates
Brown hair, blue eyes
I hum Magyar to get to sleep

Your caw of life is a nightmare
You don't know what it means
The simplicity of it all, takes pure form

Terrified to hold you
When it only means we're going to have to run, run
What is he? What is she?

Rip the talking box out
Sister wolf eats the throat of the jester
Here to fucking perform