Paroles I Am The Bearer, I Stand In Need de Eleventh He Reaches London

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I fucking loved you, but never said a word to make it knownI fucking loathed you, but never said the words as hard to harmI'm so tired of sourcing men to quoteMy God doesn't quiver, and nor should he doFrom threats below the Tropic Of CancerAnd nor should he doI was born a fucking idiot, but no one told me til I die o' itMy God doesn't quiver from threats below the Tropic Of CancerWell I was born who I was, no doctored manuscript could say that I'm notBut I'll take my own word for it and wear the sign, "Here be a cunt"I sat beneath portraits and drew symbols of brotherhoods on my armI used only pencil, because nothing in my life can ever lastI watched my mother garden, and thought of all the times I made her cryI watched my sister watch me, we both agreed kids like us never lastI crawl under the stairs, I crawl under the fernDecaying leaves, a garden toolShe drags her fingers across the earthI can hear my mother weepIn other soil in another worldShe's getting drunk and starting fightsWith famous pricks who run the worldI can hear my sister weepIn another house in another roomThese fingers move fasterThese lungs grow louderI can hear my body weep"Spare the drama, now go to sleep"My father looks upon his houseand into ferns and tells his son"You've made your women weepSo leave the house or leave your life"I dream, I dream of EnglandOh foreign fern, the world in bloomI dream, I dream of EnglandOh rotting wood, my boat to sailI never thought of what I didI fucking love what's wrong with meNo prayer or wine could twist my armTo say I was wrong about my lifeI'd never harm a living soulIf I was told they didn't deserve itDecaying leaves to hide my corpseI don't want his hands to fucking touch meI hid in the local fern, but no one ever knewI, made my God quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementiaI, made myself quiver, through social dissonance and planned dementiaI, made myself quiver, through social dissonance and forced dementia

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