The fields are overturned The skies all been burnt I am feeling rather strange (?) drunk on whiskey Princesses bred for fifty I feel a little colder every day Mother I'm not safe You'll find me buried in the fields With buffalo murdered for game Mother will you say
That I'm dressed up for the k** And there's something slowly wasting me away You are my only friend You are my wasted angel And like before, you mean much more to me You are my coming end You are my jaded fable And like before, you mean much more to me