To make amends is to become a friend
And to reap means to weep
You and I, connected only by delusion
Feelings, illusion
Arth thou not present?
Old English is for the peasant
I see A, T and V
Darknees, there is, consumes thee
Did I not say Old English is of no need?
Yes, you did indeed
I swear to you, I’ll make it right
Cringed rhythms make it to the light
T’was fun, but got to run
Before the night never ends, and makes like rum
And to reap means to weep
You and I, connected only by delusion
Feelings, illusion
Arth thou not present?
Old English is for the peasant
I see A, T and V
Darknees, there is, consumes thee
Did I not say Old English is of no need?
Yes, you did indeed
I swear to you, I’ll make it right
Cringed rhythms make it to the light
T’was fun, but got to run
Before the night never ends, and makes like rum