Am I making up a breakdown For the art that is a symptom
Breeding problems like rats For the bounty their tails fetch Parading my damage -- a perfectly cultivated wreck
And all the voices begging "Let us have our beauty Sing no more of tragedy! Or your crises
There is real danger in this Because I can't gain without risk
I am queen of such fertile ground I can't keep all the weeds out There is no way to keep it safe but I will harvest anyway
And all the voices begging "Let us have our beauty Sing no more of tragedy! Or your crises" And all the gods are saying "We don't require an offering We just want you to sing We've had enough of martyrdom You can keep your head on Now we need you to be strongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
