“Roslyn”
Up with your turret
Aren't we just terrified?
Shale, screen your worry from what you won't ever find
Don't let it fool you
Don't let it fool you...do~o~o~own
Down's sitting round, folds in the gown
Sea and the rock below
Cocked to the undertow
Bones blood and teeth erode, with every crashing node
Wings wouldn't help you
Wings wouldn't help you...do~o~own
Down fills the ground, gravity's proud
You barely are blinking
Wagging your face around
When'd this just become a mortal home?
Won't, won't, won't, won't
Won't let you talk me
Won't let you talk me do~o~own
Will pull it taut, nothing let out…
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