European Oils

I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells

I could take,

And I brought bells to the wake.

And you... you didn't mind shedding your beautiful

European blood

As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"

I was good with names,

I had a way with faces

And I was the dominant theme in a number of places.

And you... you didn't mind... mixing your beautiful

European oils

For a still life.

Oh Candice, we should've run for our lives!

When I'm at war

I insist on a slaughter,

And getting it on with the hangman's daughter.

She needs release.

She needs to feel at ease with her father,

The ******* maniac.

I made a tomb for all the incompatible cells

I could take,

And I brought bells to the wake.

And you... you didn't mind shedding your beautiful

European blood

As I screamed: "death to the murderers we've loved all our lives!"

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

I wanted you,

I wanted these treasures, too.