Eleventh He Reaches London - I Am The Bearer I Stand In Need lyrics

rate me

I fucking loved you, but never said a word to make it

known

I fucking loathed you, but never said the words as hard

to harm

I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote

My God doesn't quiver, and nor should he do

From threats below the Tropic of Cancer, and nor should

he do

I was born a fucking idiot, but no one told me til I

die o' it

My God doesn't quiver, from threats below the Tropic of

Cancer

Well I was born who I was and no doctored manuscript

could say that I'm not

But I'll take my own word for it and wear the sign

"here be a cunt"

I sat beneath portraits, and drew symbols of

brotherhoods on my arm

I used only pencil, 'cause nothing in my life can ever

last

I watched my mother garden, and thought of all the

times I've made her cry

I watched my sister watch me, and we both agreed kids

like us never last

I crawl under the stairs, I crawl under the ferns

Decaying leaves and garden tools

She drags her fingers across the earth

I can hear my mother weep

In other soil in another world

She's getting drunk and starting fights

With famous pricks who run the world

I can hear my sister weep

In another house in another room

These fingers move faster

These lungs grow louder

I can hear my body weep

"Spare the drama now go to sleep"

My father looks upon his house

and into ferns, and tells his son

"You've made your women weep

So leave the house or leave your life"

I dream, I dream of England

Oh foreign fern the world in bloom

I dream, I dream of England

Oh rotting wood to boat my sail

I never thought of what I did

I fucking love what's wrong with me

No prayer or wine could twist my arm

To say I was wrong about my life

I'd never harm a living soul

If I was told they didn't deserve it

Decaying leaves to hide my corpse

I don't want his hands to fucking touch me

I hid in the local fern, and no one ever knew

I, made my God quiver, through social dissonance and

planned dementia

I, made myself quiver, with social dissonance and

planned dementia

I, made myself quiver with social dissonance and forced

dementia