Branwen
She's a grape vine burner
Who needs a parking lot live in murderer

Self medicated by the smell of storm
I'd have a blade left in my gut and they would say I'm armed
How come every champion rather lose instead?
He wins the game but loses life when ego fills his head
Hand to hand combat never works
When right beside you lay the weapons of the universe
Check it five times then I close the hatch
She spoke the language of the world into the voided black

I know, well we know, that you won't stay long
'Cause you're better than most but you hold your tongue
The rain turns to snow every time you're gone
Oh, it must be a pain living this stuck up
So be grateful, at least, when you waste my time
Still, I'm thankful, at least, that you're wasting mine
Why breathe when I'm able to choke on words?
But they bounce from her face and they land in the dirt

Carried to the cemetery, I could tell she's still alive
Wood, soot, dirt
Block her body from our 9 to 5
I could be the mercenary, you could be the better guy
He could not flirt
With the image of an other side
Blood on my brain, broke through my skull
Giving back life to the animals
Strawberry colour on feathery coats
I'm the shoe box, you cannot tip toe
I told you, I meant it
And that's why I said it
I can't be much clearer than that, don't you get it? Damn

I know, well we know, that you won't stay long
'Cause you're better than most but you hold your tongue
The rain turns to snow every time you're gone
Oh, it must be a pain living this stuck up
So be grateful, at least, when you waste my time
Still, I'm thankful, at least, that you're wasting mine
Why breathe when I'm able to choke on words?
But they bounce from her face and they land in the dirt

Just about 20 feet down in the well, I rest
I sport a smile stuck forever with this shell in my head
He dips down to my mouth to see what I had said
As I breathed once again they could hear me cry

I know, well we know, that you won't stay long
'Cause you're better than most but you hold your tongue
The rain turns to snow every time you're gone
Oh, it must be a pain living this stuck up
I know, well we know, that you won't stay long
'Cause you're better than most but you hold your tongue
The rain turns to snow every time you're gone
Oh, it must be a pain living this stuck up
So be grateful, at least, when you waste my time
Still, I'm thankful, at least, that you're wasting mine
Why breathe when I'm able to choke on words?
But they bounce from her face and they land in the dirt