Your itching skin, a craving from within
A being posessed from eternal rest
Salve me, salve me a wretched cry, Kyrie.
Libera Me, Domine.
Emancipate, eject the hate
A vice few avoid, and nobody craves
Sick, sickly thrill, you protest
And it strengthens it still.
From the ashes to the soil
I will watch your soil recoil
Requiem, requiem from the green eyed.
credits
from The Green Eyed, released 02 October 2009
Words and music - Daisy Chapman
Daisy Chapman, piano/vocals
Rhys Herdman, guitar
Rich Maskell, guitar
Tim Smith, percussion