I've lost the plot again
Tell your friends to sharpen their beaks
There's a few coin to be made...
And my soul's a sorry state
So come on down, you empty lovers.
Worms come out of the woodwork
And the Raven starts to sing.
Do you feel the chill,
Clawing at the back of your neck?
I start to spill
Did you really think that they could fix me?
They'll sell your bones
for another roll.
We'll sharpen your beaks.
Tell yourself that it's just business.
Worms come out of the woodwork.
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt.
Rats come out of the holes they call home,
I fall apart.
And the Raven starts to sing.
Don't say I'm better off dead,
Cos' valhalla's full and niflheim won't have me.
Won't you make some room in your bed?
Well you could lock me up in your heart,
And throw away the key.
Won't you take me out of my head?
I'm just a would of been, could of been,
Should of been, never was and never ever will be.
We'll sharpen your beaks.
Tell yourself that it's just business.
Would of been, could of been,
Should of been, never was, and never ever will be.
Worms come out of the woodwork,
And the Raven starts to sing.
If you can't soar with the ravens,
Then don't fly with the flock.
Did you catch your own reflection,
In the knife my Mother held?
Or the fire in my Father's eyes?
Was I your knight in shining armor?
The apple of your eye?
Or just a step, a giant step, to climb!
((ooc: Perform Roll for the lute))
Perform
This dice roll has been tampered with!
Rolled 1d20+11 : 2 + 11, total 13
lol....