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Flayed and disrobed, by the midnight moon, dragging clouds
In the evening, I am hateful and remiss
Sleep by your side, until morning, I'm devalued and ignored

Our boned and body unbind
In the morning light, I hold my bones in jars for you
Bone and body unbind
From the rituals in the night, you write your prose in ash, disrobed

All I am fiction incarnate, anchored songs from a womb or lair
All I hate Britain and structure, fiscal goals for a house to share

Of the grain and land I'll never have, I'll be caught in another man's house, though I'll spend my life in prison
I'm the best I'll ever get

You'll wait and write me letters, I'll reply to every one, you'll feel good about being loyal
But I'm the best you'll ever have

And woke on the floor of my house in low
And laid until dark again, growing thin
In low she was here with me, in crown and robe
In low nothing lives here now, not bird or horse
In low I was, adorned with crown of war and left to die
And now in low, nothing lives here now, I've lived in lie

And I have spoke, in code and entwined the accents of love, and woke unloved and alone

Bile stains, on my pillow by my head and there's vomit from my pen
Laid
Out
on my bed
Paralyzed dreaming of death

Oh the summer how we cantered proud
of each other, proud of the summer

I'll bemoan a vacant life
And mock the love of those I know
I will walk a favoured gait
Across the room to make it known

I have blocked my friends' success
And held the crown of war adorned
And I will walk a laboured gait

I work on earth
Baron and brown
Smuggling seedlings
Something will
grow

I watch the seeds
Turning a tree

I fucking loved you, but never said a word to make it known
I fucking loathed you, but never said the words as hard to harm

I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote

My God doesn't quiver, and nor should he do
From threats below the Tropic Of Cancer
And nor should he do

He needs help with his social conflictions made simple by the boy with no heart!
He needs a purpose so roll your eyes here comes the picture we drew.
He needs a part, he needs love.
He needs confidence, trust, grief and a home.
He wants tragedy, he wants the post cum epiphany.
Constrictors come join us in song!
Did I make entropy rife between lovers, family and home?
Well I, I, I've got confetti all over myself.

Those notes ring loud, if that song played in my house from her hands I'd take her notes away

My father spoke the words "You're tall and grand, like a piano but whose keys were sold for rope"

The world turns brown, the earth my discord note
He sings his song from trees he knows will never grow

"Hey, oh, brother, since you've been away Mom and God have quit their fighting"

Did we settle this with riffs and words that meant the world to us?
See how we run?
Aren't we two blind mice?
Here's the words I never said since your teary dismay.
See how you run as you cry from my driveway.
"You've said what you've said now let me, let me go home.
And you've done what you've done now let me, let me move on.
Please let me go." Well, private school boys, we never gave a shit about anyone else.

They're swarming, they're swarming like Valkyries on Valhalla.
They're swarming, they're swarming as your body lays there complete!
Oh we are!
The truest of the vile.
The sleeping swarm buried in the past.
Sex is fucking us.
And old resolve is buried in the past.
When all we know will carry love alone.

He hates himself, but loves the robe he wears, he drapes himself, the cold has yet to come
His heart swings to the waves beneath the hull, he dreams of love, but love has left his world
He spends himself boiling his ethanol fine, he shares it all and leads us to sing...

Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali, aye

He says "Dreams are richer than life, so sleep whenever you can," I know I shouldn't repeat this, but I'd love to take my Queen's neck and then shout "OFF WITH HER HEAD!"
And paint a cross with her blood

I'm endless spin, glowing veil, slowing pulse
I'm watching foals, scattered bones under trees
I'll walk this home, glowing veil, failing light

The jarrah urn by her side, and my body will be the fire
The glowing veil across my skin, and my body will lay in fire
The jarrah urn by her side, and my body will be the fire
The glowing veil in the night, my body will be the fire