The Moon And Sixpence
Falling Up - 《Fangs!》
If you would untie the knots on your boats
I promise you that I could lie
Neptuenn has changed and I needed to loose
The rest of the bodies at sea
I have waited for too long for too long
I heard everyone speak So soft
What plans they had made to bend there arms?
Several more traps that I set to speed
Poles that would twist every limb
Several more marble and curving displays
Rise up the Gardens in fate
What plans they had made to bend their arms
Lift up and see your death