The Queen is busy checking crops
And I know how to
Sit silent a thousand nights
Wait for the city to come
The art of being misunderstood
I never saw it cultivated quite
A lifespan of a day
Nothing ever stays the same
As brutal
Simmer down
The summer’s gone
The wind is breezy
The water’s cold
Get
Feathers stuck in the mash of coagulated blood on the
Life
Could be all you want
If that’s what you want
Just dare
Hear me now
The time has come to explain
To spell it
Hunker down my belle
Cause you think I don’t know
What goes