Sunday Afternoon - Pretty Little Heretic

Said the shaking's too much; with them speaking in tongues
Fingers all outstretched, black under an autumn sun
Spit the truth right out your mouth, and the truth it can unbind you
Boredom and playwrights couldn't have penned this better
19 hung tight by the neck rope snap in a silhouette
One life was pressed to death danced upon like a marionette
13 drift on by the bars hundreds plus in total claim
So in fashion was the party by fire

It's always the same, same sin with a different name
Like a bone it's buried, beside you... let it tuck you in tight
If they only knew, a witch on her satellite
And all that you view, I'd never tell or bring the pointing of fingers

It was selling in a short time
The Pretty Little Heretic
It was selling a short time

From the apex above, a spell that leaves me here
Black impressed the mind that something's... are better left stained
I'd worm my way right through, let daylight capture you
Save your poison tongue, I've seen you digging for far too long

It was selling in a short time
The Pretty Little Heretic
It was selling a short time
The Pretty Little Heretic

All the pretty things, turning on a dime, left when you spoke that name
Pity and poetry, and any kind of line, sorry you felt the same
Please stop loving me, I am none of these things, but you took the cake
Pretty little heretic, behind these bloody wedding rings, drowned in your shallow lake

Written by:
Mickey Lyons

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