Isobel

I was strong wasn't I
 I was long wasn't I
 I wrote you songs lullabies, poems and scribes
 In every life no one as good as me
 Show me a man who moves you with words like I do
 I'll cut him in two
 I was selfless wasn't I
 I sacrificed for us didn't I
 I was someone you could trust wasn't I only loyal to you
 Didn't I raise hell to better your view
 What did I not do
 I will go into a crow
 With sorrow, sych and meickle care
 Tell Christ I'll be right back
 Tell that pretty Scottish witch I want my life back
 I sent a message to my angel it ain't write back
 I fallen underneath her spell I can't fight back
 I'm in this long nap
 And oh this my overture
 It's been 91 moons still not over her
 I'm in the stars by the tree where you and me fucked
 I carved Yavid loves Isobel in the trunk
 Was it bad luck
 Oh my
 I roll the dice
 All fives
 Show me something nice that don't hurt me so
 I had to guess what I didn't know
 I'm in the garden of Eden
 Me and my bitch we are even
 I kiss her ass and her feet
 And I believe what she believe in
 We mix the blood with the semen
 I'm not as fucked up as she is
 We speak to genies
 I really feel them she sees them
 So mote it be then I mean it go and see then
 I will go into a hare
 With sorrow, sych and meickle care
 Tell Christ I'll be right back
 Tell that pretty Scottish witch I want my life back
 I sent a message to my angel it ain't write back
 I fallen underneath her spell I can't fight back
 I'm in this long nap
 And oh this my overture
 It's been 91 moons still not over her
 I'm in the stars by the tree where you and me fucked
 I carved Yavid loves Isobel in the trunk
 I lit fire to the trees if you don't recognize me
 She cut off a piece of my skin with her teeth off in the woods
 Naked as we stood she tasted bad she felt good
 I've been in hiding it's frightening how time is rhyming
 And I shall go into a crow
 With sorrow, sych and meickle care
 And I will go in the devils name
 Ay while I come home again
 Tell Christ I'll be right back
 Tell that pretty Scottish witch I want my life back
 I sent a message to my angel it ain't write back
 I fallen underneath her spell I can't fight back
 I'm in this long nap
 And oh this my overture
 It's been 91 moons still not over her
 I'm in the stars by the tree where you and me fucked
 I carved Yavid loves Isobel in the trunk