Lyrics:
My lovers a reaper
I’m the crop within her sweet earth
Loves to taunt the kin that sheathed her
Made her pray until her knees hurt
She will giggle at a graveyard
It’s evidence of where her blame starts
There’s no “angels” in those chambers
Only devils with their flamed hearts
we were born sick
You heard them say it
My church offered no absolutes
Added pigments to a taint youth
Coloured all the lies that ensued
Offered wine and bread to “save you”
We were born sick
But I love it
17 фев 2024
