Saintseneca - Timshel lyrics
[Saintseneca - Timshel lyrics]
To suck up even to the worst luck
So if I'm longing for all the wrong things
I shouldn't long linger on such
Good hearted Christians
Whip out their weapons
Push them against some sinner's side
Well-wishing witches
Were something with which
To burn your sins and sticks alike
You're conspicuous so I pick you up
Gonna push you against these teeth
So if you want me get out and grapple
The flavor of the eater is
Sweeter to the apple
I was hoping we would open
Nothing of this sort
Without warning we would join in
And how the blood would pour
Though you're Abel still unstable
I would be your Cain
Ooh no one takes your time
Ooh no one but I
Ooh no one takes your time
Ooh no, no one but I