I fucking loved you, but never said a word to make it
Known
I fucking loathed you, but never said the words as hard
To harm

I'm so tired of sourcing men to quote

My God doesn't quiver, and nor should he do
From threats below the Tropic of Cancer, and nor should
He do

I was born a fucking idiot, but no one told me til I
Die o' it
My God doesn't quiver, from threats below the Tropic of
Cancer
Well I was born who I was and no doctored manuscript
Could say that I'm not
But I'll take my own word for it and wear the sign
"here be a cunt"

I sat beneath portraits, and drew symbols of
Brotherhoods on my arm
I used only pencil, 'cause nothing in my life can ever
Last
I watched my mother garden, and thought of all the
Times I've made her cry
I watched my sister watch me, and we both agreed kids
Like us never last

I crawl under the stairs, I crawl under the ferns

Decaying leaves and garden tools
She drags her fingers across the earth
I can hear my mother weep
In other soil in another world

She's getting drunk and starting fights

With famous pricks who run the world
I can hear my sister weep
In another house in another room

These fingers move faster
These lungs grow louder
I can hear my body weep
"Spare the drama now go to sleep"

My father looks upon his house
And into ferns, and tells his son
"You've made your women weep
So leave the house or leave your life"

I dream, I dream of England
Oh foreign fern the world in bloom

I dream, I dream of England
Oh rotting wood to boat my sail

I never thought of what I did
I fucking love what's wrong with me
No prayer or wine could twist my arm
To say I was wrong about my life

I'd never harm a living soul
If I was told they didn't deserve it
Decaying leaves to hide my corpse
I don't want his hands to fucking touch me

I hid in the local fern, and no one ever knew

I, made my God quiver, through social dissonance and
Planned dementia
I, made myself quiver, with social dissonance and
Planned dementia
I, made myself quiver with social dissonance and forced
Dementia