Lyrics:

'Kezia, my darling, please never forget this world's got the substance of a frozen summer silhouette,'
Said my mother through lips that were cracked with love and toil
Before she added, 'the warmest of blankets is six feet of soil.'

She had a perfume called Pride that smelled a lot more like Shame,
When she walked into the room I was sleeping, heard her curse my father's name.
It was our situation, our position, our gender to blame.

It was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in the mirror's frame.
It was the lonely grey of my father's eyes staring back in the mirror's frame.

'Mother, I'm shaking while I write, tonight I'll stay awake and try to breathe away my fright.'

'There's a letter waiting for me that I have yet to read cause I know it's not from you
And you're the only one I need, I'm tired and I'm cold and I want to go to bed
But there's no one here to tuck me in, so the shotgun will instead.'