You ever thought'bout being nice to me
I fell asleep dreaming you'd stay not flee
I was skeptical you could love like us'
you're just a siren, just a mount of dust
clever are those who sing to dance and last
your face is my mirror, my escape cast
voyages through a sea of skepticism
your heart's so full of winter sarcasm
you've drown the children in fear of unknown
your forgotten secrets held on the throne
Be nice to me I'm with your enemy
I don't love him or his sovereignty
I would destroy him to have you with me
I fell asleep dreaming you'd stay not flee
My siren lost at sea, watching it bleed
her ruins are gathered where the birds feed
undressed like her mother fat and ugly
apparently a remnant of humanity
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