Muscovy Lyrics

You do not control me

I pray you stop your preachin'

I make my own decisions

No matter what the consequences are

I concur countries

And take their filthy money

I will not take this defiance

Even from my own family

My caning struck you down

It's hard to talk about

Just this gut feeling of falling to the ground

You and I now

Your breath was so heavy

As you lay into me

I'd say I'm sorry

If your ears were still all here to hear me

You're sick for what you think about

You're sick for what you make me out to be

All the things I should of said,

They're written all over me

My caning struck you down

It's hard to talk about

Just this gut feeling of falling to the ground

You and I now

Your breath was so heavy

As you lay into me

You stood their staring

Asking if I'd ever strike my baby

Lying

Twenty-seven, full of youth

He's given up and gone to heaven

Lying

Toppled shelves and busted doors

I've never killed like this before

You were everything I stood for

You were everything I stood for