"Sneaking into castles and fucking queens in foreign lands until the king wakes up in one of them and you're FUCKED" -Isaiah Rolow
lyrics
Marveling at these grand scale walls
draped and adorned with enticing curtains
as I linger at the entrance of the corridor
the force of her hand beckons for more
As a man with no rhyme or reason
and one that has nothing to offer or give her
amidst the throbbing and pulsating grip
I make my leave by way of the corridor slither
A simple feat so easily performed
the moat and iron doors in view
barring my exit with blood dripping
down from gripping his blade
stood child hand of a weeping man
destined for reprisal and vengeance
As a man with no rhyme or reason
and one that has nothing to offer or give her
amidst the throbbing and pulsating grip
I make my leave by way of the corridor slither
credits
from Keenwah 2,
released September 2, 2013
Lyrics/vocals by isaiah rolow
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