lyrics
Renovate a prison with some private refinements
Your time’s slipping by, little I who am childless
Tearing out your guts, don’t expect any jewelry
The best you can do is make a mess on the looseleaf
Can't work voice chat, antlers, her voice cracks
Banters in underbrush, they - grant her the poise back
Wondering what all the worm people wanna kill her for
Two tabs ill-informed, camped out, pillow fort
Problems could fill a form, stapled to her forehead
There’s room enough, bet she doesn’t groom enough, poor-fed
Looking for the right kind of rose in a thorn-hedge
Find love, lady sell a soul, getting store-cred
It was dark for a time
In between little episodes marched in her eyes
Of a war, of a maze, of a sign, of a tide
When they asked it was time and she cried and she cried
She took a bad trip when
The elves all asked her why she couldn’t have kids
And her voice is a mess but she could’ve practiced
In the dim, mind lost but she put it back in, it’s a win
She took a bad trip and
The elves all asked her why she couldn’t have kids
And her voice is a mess but she could’ve practiced
In a dress, got it out but she put it back in
Transfixed hard through her onstage Tartarus
Maybe she'd be fixed if she got raped hard enough
Beg your pardon, um, such is despair
For the tenth hour in while she clutched at the air
While she lies in the silence, time’s like
A tide to an island, beating in, life’s in alignment
And soon she recovers, little I who am childless
Her destiny’s in the same place as her hymen
credits
from
AFAD,
released February 7, 2021
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