
The Art of Zarum
Original Lyrics
Casa Teresa
Zarum
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Like a ruler bent out of shape
The lines you fed me weren’t too straight
Twisted and tangled, slip noose and mangled
Short-lived turbulence with nothing said
That’s my legacy, whitewashed red
The day would come when I’d pay for my bread
Nothing given without something gained
You thought you had your savior trained
Carry on, don’t you worry about me
The blessed virgin has set me free
In my trench mud soaked maggots devour
All that’s left of your witching hour
Celestial hierarchy light up my night
And guide my virtue from your plight
Celestial hierarchy light up my night
And guide my virtue from your plight
The price of sustenance soon had me broke
As I carried ‘round your burdensome yoke
You tried to leave, but I wouldn’t let go
The price of love was my eternal soul
Carry on, don’t you worry about me
The blessed virgin has set me free
In my trench mud soaked maggots devour
All that’s left of your witching hour
Celestial hierarchy light up my night
And guide my virtue from your plight
Celestial hierarchy light up my night
And guide my virtue from your plight
You could have had something more than before
If your priorities were less of a sore
And as you watch all of our dreams come true
Sit back, relax, see them born without you