Misconstrued (Interlude)
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My God, what's next?
Won't you send it over text?
There's things I can't digest,
My feet are both left
Wrestling with this tune.
A world that's cleft,
The poor and the possessed,
The anachronistic rest,
The fetters of a masochistic moon.
Mmm, mmm...
(Instrumental)
Her hands, her breath,
She scares me half to death,
It's laughable, I guess,
Her gardens are unkempt
Yet how they bloom, (bloom)
We were broken by bread
And the mourners dressed in red.
And gormlessly, they said:
"Why did it have to end
So fucking soon?"
Mmm, mmm...
(Instrumental)
Mmm, mmm, mm.