Patches and holes
The cloth holds us together
With patches and holes

Every little thing
Every condition
Snapping the strings
Patches and holes

No more patches to sew up the holes
No twine to seal up the pain
Patches and holes

You claim to know me
You haven't seen my world
You don't know my troubles
Patches and holes

You don't see the demons poking at me
Poking at the strings
Of the cloth
Patches and holes

The cloth; my only shelter
Nowhere else to go
Filled with patches and holes

My shelter filled with patches and holes
Rain comes, to seep through the holes
Patches slowly peeling
Patches and holes

Sew it up with the last of the string
No longer hear the birds sing

Vultures and crows
Peck at the strings
More and more
Patches and holes

Cawing, cawing
Cats are clawing
Wolves are howling
Foxes are hunting

My shelter fading
Patches and holes
Slowly fading

Shelter
Warmth
Comfort
Slowly fading

The ragged cloth
No longer beautifully sewn
Filled with the anger
Of impending doom

Patches fading,
Stitches adorn my skin
Darkness coming
No shelter to hide in

Patches and holes
Patches and holes
The cloth holds us together
Patches and holes