Poet's Problem
Tricky:
Little blood clock
You could never test I
You come close
Just close my left eye
See with my third
The rest you never heard
Executive roosters
And pop producers
What you're used ta
I get looser
I can use ya, abuse ya
Fuck what you're used to
I'm gonna lose you
I'm not what I used to
I see thru ya
I see thru ya
Costanza Francavilla :
I'm needy
I'm greedy
Feed me
Give me some
I'm needy
I'm greedy
Feed me
Give me some
I keep it coming
I keep it coming
I'm running all the way
And while I'm running
Little blood clock
You could never test I
You come close
Just close my left eye
See with my third
The rest you never heard
Executive roosters
And pop producers
What you're used ta
I get looser
I can use ya, abuse ya
Fuck what you're used to
I'm gonna lose you
I'm not what I used to
I see thru ya
I see thru ya
Costanza Francavilla :
I'm needy
I'm greedy
Feed me
Give me some
I'm needy
I'm greedy
Feed me
Give me some
I keep it coming
I keep it coming
I'm running all the way
And while I'm running
Fallen
I choose the pain that burns me
I choose the blood that stains my hands
Embraced the thorn that wounds me
Blinded that I might understand
What I was and what I have become
What I'll be when I join the pieces into one
Fallen brightest of the bright
To carry the light
We choose the paths we follow
We choose the fall so far from grace
Cast down to find our own way
We choose the will to make ourselves
What we were yeah what we have become
What we'll be when we join the pieces into one
Fallen brightest of the bright
To carry the light
Oh back to you
Oh back to the one
Oh back to you
Oh I'm 93 million miles from the sun
Fallen brightest of the bright
To carry the light