She's got too many troubles on her mind. her father told her to leave this was too much trauma. For a poor widower's soul.
she was once happy, before she killed him and buried him beneath the sand
God cant save her now she's going to the guillotine
Her soul can now be forever torched but her body will remain here with me...
So I guess you can say I love a corpse but thats just insane
I awoke last night to hear the screaming of a child but it wasn't mine. I doubt this fairytale will put me back to sleep, but what the hell...
I opened the bathroom door and there on the floor wrapped in towels was a small child
so they say she was bearing a child when she was put to death but now my imagination is going too far.
So I went to a man in white to ask for help.
He said move to the south to find redemption, why the south I don't know but you must trust me...Then the man in white fell to his knees...
To my former self this is my scrapbook
I'll paint my walls you'll see me there
I've seen a masterpiece covered in blood
yes sir
