Fiction Reform The Bitter Crop
I touched the fire
Flesh burns, an effigy of flame
Sweet scent of magnolias in the air
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I tied my noose I’ll swing in it
I’ll swing in it
I’ll swing in it
I’ll swing in, I’ll swing in it
I’m singing, I’m leaving
Two lovers enter
I’m singing, I’m leaving
One lover still remains
I’m singing, I’m leaving
Believe in what they say
Welcome to your thunder cage
Alpha dominance
Only the wolf shall raise
Bow my head now I'm under thumb
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I (?) my noose I’ll swing in it
I’ll swing in it
I’ll swing in it
I’ll swing in
I’m singing, I’m leaving
Believe in what they say
I’m singing, I’m leaving
Two lovers enter
I’m singing, I’m leaving
One lover still remains
I’m singing, I’m leaving
Believe in what they say
Welcome to your thunder cage
I’m singing, I’m leaving
Believe in what they say
I’m singing, I’m leaving
Believe in what they say
