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Those prying eyes are vultures eyes
Your face I should be hiding
At last I am confiding in you
Your deeds are full of worthiness
But end in abstract emptiness
You're going to die a witch's death
It's true
And if one of us should chance to die
The other only has to mourn
Grief could be the one true feeling
Death, it seems the only answer
Disappointed, tired, sweetheart
You won't be the one to depart
Killing you is the only thing to do
Jesus knows, that I'll be saved
I want the water in which you bathed
The love I felt is just no there
I confess I used you as a Broodmare
Every one hates newly weds
And everybody goes to bed
With someone no less
Pretty than themselves
Burying the venom in a casket, six feet under
When you wake up from your slumber
Watch your back
You could cut the air with a knife in here
Or cut your throat from ear to ear
For the glory of our new born child
Please dont cry
There's still a trace of lust for you
But I no longer trust in you
I'll miss you when you're buried in that box
Won't let anybody burn my wicker girl