I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take,
And I brought bells to the wake.
And you... you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood
As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"
I was good with names, I had a way with faces
And I was the dominant theme in a number of places.
And you... you didn't mind... mixing your beautiful European oils
For a still life. Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives!
When I'm at war I insist on a slaughter,
And getting it on with the hangman's daughter.
She needs release. She needs to feel at ease with her father,
The fucking maniac.
I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells I could take,
And I brought bells to the wake. And you...
you didn't mind shedding your beautiful European blood
As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I wanted you, I wanted these treasures, too.
