Magda

Lay a shahada 'fore you go and fly.

I hope you fight it 'till you reach the sky.

I miss you Magda and I now know why.

05 in vegas, when we broke and run.

When we nearly drowned,

in the hands of scum.

I miss you Magda,

but you stole my mum.

I imagine, Imagine saying:

We know it took you,

we may not know why.

(We/I) hope you're taken,

way on passed the sky.

We miss you Magda,

and we now know why,

now know why, now know why,

as the sun/son and moon combine.