girl of legend (feat. jisel soliel ayon) - ryan scott oliver lyrics
widow clack
the fog rolls in
a blinding steam
still, i sense them coming
one viscous stream
i know their scorn
i catch their eyes, fresh hate is born with violent sighs
but aren’t you fools?
unmoving like my lighthouse
when gales blow
how i dreamed that they would…
just go
two women
just go
widow
cuz i’m the girl who sends the nightmares
i’m the girl who k!lls the sheep
i’m the girl who cracks the thunder, i’m under the bed frame when they sleep
all their children, d*mn my name
for if it’s wicked, i’m to blame
but i’m not a girl
i’m a legend
children
clack clack goes the motor
clack clack goes the bow
ship done sank, with their kids to thank
ain’t the clack folk all dead now!
widow
they laugh and shout
they kick their stones
the viscous murmur
crawls through my bones
and yet i feed
on all their spite
like rodents bleed by the owl at night
for they’re the blight
unwavering like my lighthouse
amidst the sky
how i dream that they would all just… die
(joined by two women)
cuz i’m the rot that spoiled the harvest
i’m the blaze that burned the shed
i’m the rain that fell all season
the reason your sickly sister’s dead
the tales they tell may be untrue
but that’s what frightened folk will do
when you’re not a girl
you’re a legend
villagers
k!ller
creep
wretched
monster
why won’t she do something
you know she just loves it
why not go?
can’t she see
you and i won’t leave her alone?
why do you stay?
why can’t you leave?
widow
(above the collection)
poor, poor people
doing just as sheep will
how i’ve dreamed that they would all just
feel something
see someone
someday
some night!
but i’m the
girl who sends the nightmares
i’m the girl who k!lls the sheep
a villager
she’s the girl who cracks the thunder;
another villager
she’s under the bed frame when we sleep
women
tell the children: d*mn her name*
*for it’s wicked, she’s to blame!
villagers
but she’s not a girl;
she’s not a girl
widow
no, i’m not a girl;
i’m the
rot that spoiled the harvest
she’s (i’m) the blaze that burned the shed
she’s (i’m) the rain that fell all season
the reason your sickly sister’s dead
so, curse these folk without a heart…
may all their plans be torn apart!
so says the girl:
no!
says the legend
of widow clack!
villagers
widow clack!
legend
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