Texty: White Octave (The). Style No. 6312. South.

Delayed like a caesarean baby. i'm owned till i split from this shell. reigned over like mignons and pupils. i barely breathe for myself. so where are your engines. where are your servants. they've dethroned you with cold stares. and last and least it's your only invention. but your creation has gone stale. show me you defuse. and i'll break you down with light. you can't sell your own worth back to me. but you tell me your confused. and i prove it is a lie. you can't sell your own worth back to me. hurray it's your own bastille day. freedom rings in my ears like the band. weight transfers quickly from my hands. and the shoulders i lean upon. show me your confused. and i'll prove it is a lie. you can't sell your prideless self this time. show me your defused. and i'll prove it is a lie. you can't sell your own worth back to me