Rosyln
Up with your turret
Aren't we just terrified?
Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find
Don't let it fool you
Don't let it fool you down
Dancing around, folds in her gown
Sea and the rock below
Cocked to the undertow
Bones blood and teeth erode
They will be crashing low
Wings wouldn't help you
Wings wouldn't help you down
Down towards the ground, gravity's proud.
You barely are blinking
Wagging your face around
When'd this just become a mortal home?
Won't, won't, won't, won't
Won't let you talk me
Won't let you talk me... down
We'll pull it taut, nothing let out
Autor(es): Justin Deyarmond Edison Vernon
