Moira’s here to set me free
I can feel her beady eyes on me
She told me that my lot weighed down
And that she’s out
To make me wear my crown
For years I thought I’d be left alone
But my guardian angel got enthroned
She asked me if I knew her god
As she stood awed
I told her I did not
So here they are
Back from afar
Here they are
Them old scars
The king had left his son in charge
A ruthless tyrant by and large
He told us that he would forgive
All our sins and shit
But now rules as he deems fit
Moira’s here to set me free
I can feel her beady eyes on me
She told me that my lot weighed down
And that she’s out
To make me wear my crown
So here I lay
Rotting, bone dry
Here I lay
Cover your eyes
Because here they are
All over my heart
Here they are
Them old scars