8 years by the water
8 years by the sea
Yet still you stand behind me
As I question myself
You, as a god
Wrapped in delicate silk
Intricate beads, woven fabrics
Head dress of the golden goose feathers
Beloved by all, hated by no one
Then came me
I hated you, for reasons which I cannot recall
But overwhelming beauty
And a heart so pure, it brought me to my knees
Why must you do this?
I do not wish to submit myself
But I cannot avert my eyes from the perfection of yourself
Hair is as soft as the downy of a child\'s pillow
Eyes like whispering waters that carried Moses
Hands so strong, yet caring, they could lift a nation
So why must I be the one?
I have come to reason, let me be
Alas! You couldn\'t set me free!
For I am the one keeping myself captive
It appears I too, have sank low enough to compare myself to your bastard dogs
Ha! In my conscious I love you!
But my heart is telling me that:
Your delicate silk are dirty rags
Your intricate beads are nothing but wood
And your head dress is nothing but that of a shepherd boys flock
And your heart may look pure...
But it\'s one simple step from aspiring beauty, to inner ugliness
Your eyes my looks like the beautiful waters that carried babe Moses
But how many sacrifices did it take?
And last of all, strong hands my be caring
But people who care to much, go to far places for the ones they care about
So go ahead, I\'ll behave
Just throw the meat and watch us devour this city whole
Just as long as you don\'t dirty the silk
That would be a shame