Provenance, The - About A Whore, About A Kill текст песни

When the fever comes for you,
With its black eyes fixed like glue.
There she goes with her head held high,
Unaware she's about to die.

Poor thing was ill,
Had to do her in.
Peaceful and still
I love a good sin.

Poor thing was sick,
I put her down.
Bashed her with a brick
Then stole her crown.

There's a new day ahead as yesterday is put down.
And I'll watch it all as the world begins to drown...

Poor thing was sick,
I put her down.
Bashed her with a brick
Then stole her crown.

There's a new day ahead as yesterday is put down.
And I'll watch it all as the world begins to drown...

There's a new day ahead as yesterday is put down.
(aaahhhh)
And I'll watch it all as the world begins to drown...
(aaahhhh)