My plague, begins with silence, 

Here's my sweet swan that makes you cry 



Honey, I'll wait for your reign 

You gotta leave this perfect garden 



I'll wait 

Just sitting smokin' 

Before my demons make you cry 



I'll wait 

Stealing from your grace 

Before my demons make me cry 



I have a pistol 

This poetry 

My sublime strychnine girl 

And my screamin' 

Breaks the ceiling 

Now my children are cuttin' grass