I Doubt Cleopatra Threw It Back Like That!

I've been uncomfortable
(As much as a slave can be)
Lied on your bed of nails
(Is my anguish to your liking?)

Slept in sarcophagi
(A fitting resting place for me)

Wrap me up
Gut me dry
Worship me then mummify

Don't mind if I do
Don't mind if I do

Cross my arms
Cut out my tongue
Bury me
And then we're done

My golden emeralds
(Her wrists are ruby red)
Her grip is cobra-like
(The scepter firm in hand)
Remember me this young
(My skin as smooth as silk)

Incase me in
A Pharaoh's tomb
Cascading this silver moon

Cross my arms
Cut out my tongue
Bury me
And then we're done

So shall it
Be written
So shall it
Be done

So shall it
Be written
So shall it
Be done

So shall it
Be written
So shall it
Be done

So shall it
Be written
So shall it
Be done

Cross my arms (Remember me as I lived)
Cut out my tongue
Bury me
And then we're done

Cross my arms (Remember me as I lived)
Cut out my tongue
Bury me
And then we're done



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Cunningham
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