These songs confirm the hedgerows don't fill up to the body
And the body is the beach and the martyr
I would die for your freedom
In a minute I am over it
And scared of the melon in your heart
Easy then to decay
I have caved many times before
But I will never fill up upon my agitation
And it is freedom that sets me apart
If you're easy
Then everyone will have you
So why don't you turn
Into something a little more discrete?
There are hedgerows antsing for the bringing of you
Why don't you count their whiskers?
How they assemble like bleeding hearts
Melancholy martyr make me mad enough to change
There's a symbol in your hedgerow that will never be tamed
It's the melancholy murder where the bucket trunk deserves
You will find your partner lancing upward like a hummingbird
There is no where left to run
If you've already come so far
Let me lead you there upon the ledge
You crazy work of art
Melancholy will never leave me
So I've nothing left but to embrace
I want your freedom like your ash and beach
Upon my burning taste buds that yurn for you
I yurn for you
If it is easy to deceive
We armour have men overwrought
The answer is not in the moment
It is in the what's your called
