I don’t care,
About what you do
You ask me to love,
Someone like you
I Found myself, then lost it again
What should I say? I’m already dead
The elf-man plays,
When no one is home
We walk in a line, but not on the road
I Found myself, and lost it again
What did you say?
“Love you my friend”
Spilt like spoiled milk,
We were dazed and diseased
Flying on high above,
I could see past the trees
What was waiting there?
But serpents of despair
They came out of the air
And brought us to our knees
Good news for you,
As they pass on by,
With a devil’s kiss,
And a baby’s lie,
I will try
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