Death, Pillage, Plunder

Yes I'm bleak But did I have a chance? Born to the side of the road and A sideways glance Heaven can wait I'm swimming in the low Blood on my knuckles and the wall and Tears in tow But I'm a sycophant Falling like a feather knowingly sinking like a stone Why the more you love the more I feel to be alone? Tell me you adore me making sure to let me know So why the more you give the more I feel to you I owe? But is it any wonder? Is it a surprise? The death, pillage, plunder In the black of my eye Is it any wonder? Is it a surprise? That under the man that I built There's a child Yes I'm bleak But did I have a chance? Born to the back of her hand and A sideways glance Heaven can wait Hell needs a cook I'm a poet with a novel in his heart and You're my notebook Falling like a feather knowingly sinking like a stone Why the more you love the more I feel to be alone? Tell me you adore me making sure to let me know So why the more you give the more I feel to you I owe? But is it any wonder? Is it a surprise? The death, pillage, plunder In the black of my eye Is it any wonder? Is it a surprise? That under the man that I built There's a child But is it any wonder? Is it a surprise? The death pillage plunder In the black of my eye Is it any wonder? Is it a surprise? That under the man that I built There's a child