Southern Stars

Don't you walk alone Under southern stars These old woods of mine  hide many animals Only those who fight Are blessed to carry scars As we block the urge To turn to cannibals When the lullaby don't ease the soul And the fix don't seem to be working no more Broken pieces of reflection on the floor Now your outside in the cold with tattered clothes and busted knuckles Consume for gain Consume to claim Consume in vain Consumption seems to be the only game Deformed is life Reborn in Flames Something don't change The heart is tamed When only pain remains What we became Far from Infallible All Somethings tangible All somethings flammable