Pretty baby you knew,
that I would always tell a lie.
Yet ya waste in the queue,
will ya ever get your turn?
And like you said,
I'll never be enough,
so please don't call my bluff,
there's a war in my head.
So be it, what you want it to be,
I'll give myself to thee.
Dust to dust
and phoenix to ground.
(Mind to rest, I'll give myself to thee,
rest assured, I will be on my knees.)
So be it, what you want it to be,
I'll give myself to thee.
Dust to dust
and phoenix to ground.
(Thoughts to rest, I'll give myself to thee,
and if you bink just once, we'll be no more.)
Why stick with love, when words are inert?
With this ring,
I'll never marry you.
A rite for unholy mind,
and the acolyte is me.
This train leads far,
to the cruel and cold land.
Can you see me turning blue,
while memories they strand?
So be it, what you want it to be,
I'll give myself to thee.
Dust to dust
and phoenix to ground.
So be it, what you want it to be,
I'll give myself to thee.
Dust to dust
and phoenix to ground.
Why stick with love, when words are inert?
(Mind to rest, I'll give myself to thee,
rest assured, I will be on my knees.)
(Thoughts to rest, I'll give myself to thee,
and if you bink just once, we'll be no more.) see less
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