Women Pains and Mind ChainsYou're spiritually flummoxed, you'd best be asking for forgiveness,begging to the Lord; To send you one more witness. I'll take your hunger and your Ford, that bed frame and my hunches.You'll end up cold, austere, and sore,like the needle marks that postulate,the lover of this whore.Maybe I had it coming,and these eyes won't let me see;You can't abort emotion and you can't just let it be. So when you do get fucked don't expect to see my face;I'm farther down the road while you chase your absent grace.Just be thinking of my story, the imprecision of our lives,that small town circus show, and your blatant woven lies.
Long live the Elder Scrolls series too!