The Ballad of Bant Singh Lyrics

I hang a robe upon the bloody hook

A disconnect

From all the stars that slowly dim as if to genuflect

An altercation that I hoped would circumvent a curse

An allegation that would render all my limbs inert

Your sect to a hilt (my wrath until)

You go and stir that sword

Don’t value your worth (as if it hurts)

Shaping your guise into an homage to a virtue

For berating the one that you adore

My only failings in a bid to learn anything

Don’t call my bluff if you’re not anxious

Heightened by it

Salient too

Bloated and rotund

But just in case

I had a feeling that it would have meant a lot to her

In spite of that your only motive is to make it worse

For all the risk I know I should have been more wary of

Decapitation as a token of my only love