The New Sane Scramble

This halo is a joke
A little hoax 
For parting ghosts
My momma told me so
She's dead 
She ought to know

And if you see me
Walking down 
Your favorite street
I'm only going to see
Little babies 
Trying to breathe

This cradle is a tomb
An everlasting sense of doom
My momma's in her room
She's dead 
She died too soon

And if you see me
Crawling out 
Of your favorite tree
I'm hanging so delicately
There's no one that can save me