Fuits of Yew

Quaila, keep on going
(I'll trick and try ya)
You can't define morality
But that's my favorite quality

Look me in the eyes and lie to me
(In the end you can't deny me)
My dreams are floating and flying by
If I can't make 'em stay, I'll cry

Life is full mold and mildew
Clarity saved for rich & few
I'll keep washing the window
Hoping to see through

Eagles clutching the dead branches
(Ignorance of the blissful dances.)
Bark at me again, I'll be the one who bites
And we'll see who dies tonight

Life is full of mold and mildew
Clarity saved for rich and few
I'll keep plucking the branches
Eating fruits of yew



Credits
Writer(s): Garrison Baker-vernon
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