Maw
A Pyre's meant for burning
and that's just what she'll do
There was nothing we could
The Mead abets the Maw
and writes its sentence out
There was nothing I could
Fingers fault the loom
dancers to the blade
There was nothing they could do
A briquette diaphragm
Drawn taught against the breeze
The was nothing you could do
and that's just what she'll do
There was nothing we could
The Mead abets the Maw
and writes its sentence out
There was nothing I could
Fingers fault the loom
dancers to the blade
There was nothing they could do
A briquette diaphragm
Drawn taught against the breeze
The was nothing you could do
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Fraser Weikert, Tom Elliot Morris, Richard Thomas Corah, Sophie Elizabeth Green, Michael Andrew Love
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