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