today, there's no song..
where rights as in righteous goes immensely wrong..
and tomorrow shall be..
hence you pay your debts, your abandoned fee..
buy the affection you so dear seek...
from the mans eye to an eagles beak..
then waste it upon a thousand years...
destroying your value including her gears..
her eyes which was set as sharp as a knife..
submit to her, and relinquish your life..
her lips sealed as a door to ones heart...
and her form of love, to release her perfected art...