if i seem strange forgive me
it's just that i sometimes know
the littlest secrets of the hiddens
and of magic
                            and blood

that hides in flowers
                                          but at

night comes out like a song
and is fair and ugly but not mean
and has the body of the nicest girl
that you would want to kiss
but will never let you
because even though she's not
mean
            but nice

instead, but she'll never let you
kiss her because she's coy
with cherry red lipstick and
a smart haircut

                               so

please forgive me if i seem
a bit strange because really
i'm sorry
                  if it bothers you

We’re down at the tower
Waiting for our share
Of the precious liquid, there is none of which to spare

Thirsty, hungry people
Waiting for their crop
Which always shrivels at the stock,
They know they cannot stop

Waiting for rains to come
I swear that we are cursed
The water just goes down the drain,
But still the people thirst

Wars of land and power
That the sheriff cannot cease

The townsfolk are hungry,
They are hungry for peace

The government’s long gone
And yet we have to stay
She has us in her iron grasp
She won’t let us get away

Hiddens lies
Her perfect crime
Bitter bitter beauty

Something wrong
The siren’s song
Melody of promise

We come here to the tower,
And the fields most every day
To get our share of water
Giving life, that is her pay

She hold our lives on strings
Suffocating power
She is our lord for she’s the one
Who controls our water

But our lady’s ****** tactics
spill more blood than  can become

The rivers can’t run red when there’s no water left to run