I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take
I brought bells to the wake
And you, you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood as I screamed
"Death to the murderers we've loved all our lives"
I was good with names
I had a way with faces
I was the dominant theme in a number of places
And you, you didn't mind mixing your beautiful European oils for a still life
Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives!
When I'm at war I insist on slaughter and getting it on with
The hangman's daughter
She needs release
She needs to feel at peace with her father, the f*cking maniac
Desperate times call for desperate measures
I wanted you
I wanted these treasures too