Stay away from her
she's up and down
antagonistic roundabout
No wonder her girlfriend split
there's something not batting
from her eyes of rouge

Armageddon in vintage clothes
She's thousands of years old
I wipe the soldiers blood from my dead skin, she doesn't know
The centuries of good I gave
To a future of being craved

That's all I ask for
Want nothing much
But here she is still
Making me blush
I'm made of stone, I'm not moving
Ever, ever, ever