I was strong wasnt i
i was long wasnt i
i wrote you songs lullabys poems and scribes
in every life no one as good as me show me a man who moves you with words like i do ill cut him in two
i was selfless wasnt i
i sacrificed for us didnt i
i was someone you could trust
wasnt i only loyal to you
didnt i raise hell to better your view
what did i not do ?

i will go into a crow with sorrow and sych and meickle care

tell christ ill be right back
tell that pretty scottish witch i want my life back
i sent a message to my angel it aint write back
i fallen underneath her spell i cant fight back im in this long nap and
oh this my overture its been 91 moons still not over her
im in the stars by the tree where you and me fucked i carved yavid loves isobel in the trunk

was it bad luck oh my
i roll the dice all fives
show me something nice that dont hurt me so
i had to guess what i didnt know
im in the garden of eden me and my bitch we are even
i kiss her ass and her feet and i believe what she believe in
we mix the blood with the semen im not as fucked up as she is
we speak to genies i really feel them she sees them
so mote it be then i mean it go and see then

i will go into a hare with sorrow and sych and meickle care

tell christ ill be right back
tell that pretty scottish witch i want my life back
i sent a message to my angel it aint write back
i fallen underneath her spell i cant fight back im in this long nap and
oh this my overture its been 91 moons still not over her
im in the stars by the tree where you and me fucked i carved yavid loves isobel in the trunk

i lit fire to the trees if you dont recognize me she cut off a piece of my skin with her teeth off in the woods
naked as we stood she tasted bad she felt good
ive been in hiding its frightening how time is rhyming

and i shall go into a crow with sorrow and sych and meickle care
and i will go in the devils name ay while i come home again

tell christ ill be right back
tell that pretty scottish witch i want my life back
i sent a message to my angel it aint write back
i fallen underneath her spell i cant fight back im in this long nap and
oh this my overture its been 91 moons still not over her
im in the stars by the tree where you and me fucked i carved yavid loves isobel in the trunk

ive been in hiding its frightening how time is rhyming