Fugitive Air Lyrics
I do wrong strictly speaking just for myself
Because it makes me feel like a real man
To hold the germane over my business
And I, I refuse to be abused by the millions of whisper decay
And I'm used to all of my scruples deserting me
Like they dont to care
The lady from the plaque caught over the stool on the way that my tidy get out
Saying I've been rolled so many times
It's just feeding the pigeons
Now her grandson get a little rabbit by the leg
While his mother's playing to little flute
Both are some fugitive air to escape the streets wiggeries
Has anybody here seen my orphan blonde?
But has anybody seen where she's gone?
What he thinks I own him is his former life but
How can I unmake someone else's mistakes?
I guess I was his antihero, the bitter word on his lips
I hope I never feel a terror like when you discover your autonomy had flipped
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I feel like I possess only the bright aspect of his ability but none with good ones
I'm a walking mausoleums in center like to flesh
Mother always loved you best, liked your teeth upon her breast
The smithy remove the oils from the eyes of street cats
Through some shitty witchcraft and rubs their brows and genitalia
I had no idea how deeply I wanted you
But I don't need no forgiveness and no level of contrition will ever do
