Death, Pillage, Plunder

Yes I'm bleak

But did I have a chance?

Born to the side of the road and

A sideways glance

Heaven can wait

I'm swimming in the low

Blood on my knuckles and the wall and

Tears in tow

But I'm a sycophant

Falling like a feather knowingly sinking like a stone

Why the more you love the more I feel to be alone?

Tell me you adore me making sure to let me know

So why the more you give the more I feel to you I owe?

But is it any wonder?

Is it a surprise?

The death, pillage, plunder

In the black of my eye

Is it any wonder?

Is it a surprise?

That under the man that I built

There's a child

Yes I'm bleak

But did I have a chance?

Born to the back of her hand and

A sideways glance

Heaven can wait

Hell needs a cook

I'm a poet with a novel in his heart and

You're my notebook

Falling like a feather knowingly sinking like a stone

Why the more you love the more I feel to be alone?

Tell me you adore me making sure to let me know

So why the more you give the more I feel to you I owe?

But is it any wonder?

Is it a surprise?

The death, pillage, plunder

In the black of my eye

Is it any wonder?

Is it a surprise?

That under the man that I built

There's a child

But is it any wonder?

Is it a surprise?

The death pillage plunder

In the black of my eye

Is it any wonder?

Is it a surprise?

That under the man that I built

There's a child