May 2, 2018
I want to show you the folly of your ways To the infamy of your name something has happened I’d rather you dead then telling me now… I’d rather you dead then telling me now… I want to show you the piano wire in my hands Or perhaps the violent mirror you fancy Because you’ve had so many and I so few… Because you’ve had so many and I so few…
I want to show you how my heart has soured And the fetid matter that coats my tongue Through the ribcage I am released… Through the ribcage I am released…
