Circe

If you don't think I'm funny, bitch, make me a martyr

And if you don't like that you can pray to your father

Who art in heaven with mad pulleys and levers

And doesn't give a fuck who was or wasn't believers

He's gonna get you like that monster or your mother

And we all have masks to look like eachother

So do you

It's mostly you

I been going blue

A red joker and nothing new

A bed smoker

And from under grew

Something true

Even only as a reference of residue

That we ever knew

That we never knew

We ever knew

Idelible spirit I've been carving rock

With names and numbers in a vacant lot

There were flowers never seen before laid out on the hot stones

And barely livestock look at the ground and cry with soft groans

I'm at your mercy

She spat and cursed me

In Latin verse she treated me like a dog

She's Circe, she's Circe

It's mostly you

I been going blue

A red joker and nothing new

A bed smoker

And from under grew

Something true

Even only as a reference of residue

That we ever knew

That we never knew

We ever knew

I'm at your mercy

She spat and cursed me

In Latin verse she treated me like a dog

She's Circe, she's Circe

I'm at your mercy

She spat and cursed me

In Latin verse she treated me like a dog

She's Circe, she's Circe

If you don't think I'm funny, bitch, make me a martyr

And if you don't like that you can pray to your father

Who art in heaven with mad pulleys and levers

And doesn't give a fuck who was or wasn't believers

He's gonna get you