Uorme

There they go souring now
So high up in the sky
Too high for you and I
Flap my wings next to where the birds fly
Parchment sealed in a bottle made of glass
Delivered first class
Valkyrie holds the key to decide who will bleed

Will it be you or me
A ground assault is your biggest fault
Drop crates of TNT
Let them land knock you off of your feet

Pierced feather by the weather
A desperate nosedive
But the letter knew better and washed up with the tide
A simple man took the bottle in his hand
Its not what he planned
Much dread He unrolled the scroll
And this is what the paper said

Will it be you or me
A ground assault is your biggest fault
Drop crates of TNT
Let them land knock you off of your feet

Will it be you or me
A ground assault is your biggest fault
Drop crates of TNT
Let them land knock you off of your feet

Will it be you or me
A ground assault is your biggest fault
Drop crates of TNT
Let them land knock you off of your feet

Will it be you or me
A ground assault is your biggest fault
Drop crates of TNT
Let them land knock you off of your feet



Credits
Writer(s): Dustin Foulk
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