Mood: Disgusted.
Song: My Boy Builds Coffins - Florence + The Machine
My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor,
Kings and queens have all knocked on his door,
Beggars and liars; gypsies and thieves,
They all come to him cause he's so eager to please.
don't confide in the ignorant,
don't confide in yourself.
don't toy with your mind,
don't give yourself false hope.
don't put yourself down,
don't you dare frown.
growing more beautiful by the day,
if they can't appreciate you - wanna know what i say?
'******** you.'
it'll ring in their ears,
and it'll work so well, trust me;
try it some time,
it'll make life sublime.
if you can't appreciate me,
then ******** you i'm too good for you.
and i won't crawl to anyone anymore,
you're all dead til you knock on my door,
'cause i'm so eager to please,
just not eager enough to ask if you need my pleasing in the first place.
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Missa Defunctorum
praise the lost souls, it'll set yours free
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