Fractured Fairy Tales

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Across the Seas & Tragedies

The siren called  and away from home we went, we went, my love, my love anything was better than where we were you had not curves of flesh  but of wood and nail not hair of gold, but rudder and sails and moored in a harbor to rot is where neither ...

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The siren called
and away from home
we went, we went,
my love, my love
anything was better than where we were
you had not curves of flesh
but of wood and nail
not hair of gold,
but rudder and sails
and moored in a harbor to rot
is where neither of us
were built to be.

You and I my darling,
across the sea
but heroes don't go peacefully
yes all adventures end
in tragedies.

Wild

She cannot be friends for very long If you want to tether the balloon to a boulder she cries as you try to shackle her by the shore she shakes her hair and bangs her fist and gnashes her terrible teeth

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She cannot be friends for very long
If you want to tether the balloon to a boulder
she cries as you try to shackle her
by the shore
she shakes her hair and bangs her fist
and gnashes her terrible teeth

I'm not a maneater but I'll chew up your heart
if you give it to me and ask me to take a bite
how can I resist
the forbidden apple you offer me
when it's disguised as friendship?

and she looks at them with her terrible stare
never blinking once, no wonder they compare
her with the sirens, cause she's wild
has you in her unbreakable grasp
you believe she's holding you fast
when really she's just wringing your hand
holding on for dear life
when in reality Max is just a child

She fires her arrows, the one in her side
Is keeping her aim from reaching too high
If she hits you in the heart,
maybe you shouldn't have taken off your armor
to get a little closer
when she never even asked!

the brittle and frail interior
is protected by the feral exterior
let's put her on a pedestal
let's make her our queen
she'd do great bringing life to our conventional ways
even though it would drain
after all, we like her, she's a wild thing!

And as the foam begins to throw
about her sea-soaked dress
she cries out in protest
cries as you shackle her by the shore
cries for being caught just for reaching for more
she shakes her hair and bangs her fist
and gnashes her terrible teeth
and gnashes her terrible teeth
she is the wildest thing
but she's wilting underneath

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