FAWN

In a flash, the wicked won
Oh the moment seemed so, moments seemed so clear
I’ll rest your weary head beside my own

I will take these clothes and cover you, my dear
God bless your soul
He has not blessed mine

I'm a seizure
I'm a flash of light
I’ll caress you more than fathers of your own
I'm the reaper
I’ll have your soul
I’ll break your holy heart
Till you’re lonely and forlorn with all your oaths
You’re my heart
My rain, my poison, my fawn

La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

I will take these clothes and cover you, my dear
God bless your soul
He has not blessed mine