Francesqa Crooked Little Sun
You belong in a house,
That was built to be burned.
If heaven isn't tied to the Earth,
We can just feed your remains to the birds.
I wanna visit a castle in your head,
Built over thousands of years.
I wanna sit in my throne where I know I belong,
And I'll drown my deciples in tears.
I've never felt so scared,
Of what I was becoming.
I took a chance I made my way home.
And I'm in hell here is all she wrote.
Hold your head high,
You can make do with your eyes.
I won't be told,
I won't keep my conscience clean.
Hold your head high.
What kind of wasted shell of a man am I?
Swing your words around the fence,
Follow me into the den,
Where lions will bite off your hands.
Sally and me were sat on two chairs,
Moving our lies over our land that we shared.
It all came at a price,
As evil had twisted our minds.
And I took a chance,
I made my way back.
And I'm in hell here is all she wrote.
Hold your head high,
You can make do with your eyes.
I won't be told,
I won't keep my conscience clean.
Hold your head high.
What kind of wasted shell of a man am I?
Hear me, hold me, always,
And I will have the room to be free.
Hold me, hold me, always.
And I will have the room to be free.
And I'm in hell here is all she wrote.
Hold your head high,
You can make do with your eyes.
I won't be told,
I won't keep my conscience clean.
Hold your head high.
What kind of wasted shell of a man am I?
