Death of a Son

Who can find me here? Who can find me here? The death of a son and birth of a daughter Both together The sound of a structure changing forever How strange How strange the world is How strange My life intoxicates me and when I fall I fall down into the earth I fall down into the slums of every fallen father I fall farther than the would-be kings I find fault in everything I find fault in everything, oh My life intoxicates me and when I fall I fall down into the earth I fall down into the slums of every fallen father I fall farther than the would-be kings I find fault in everything I find fault in everything, oh