I got on my horse, slayed a dragon in your name

Onto Christendom.

So you've heard it before. Spare me the detail.

You said it's lonely inside my folk tales.

So I fell on that special sword. And gave blood.

Maybe it's you that keeps me sliding out of view.

Baby, were those girls true?

Impressed to the tilt beyond the gooeyest of guilt.

Get online baby see what delusion built.

Spill till you get a taste. Speak in tongues by the fireplace. A little babies first fall from grace.

Like milkshakes.

The quiet cucked by the car creek, though you didn't want them to hear. What goes on in the back seat, doesn't it make you so unclear?

We belong in that Kia.

Somethings aren't in stone, I live to let it go.

Baby are you still alone.

I was the belle of the blogs but you still won't take me home. Now I'm wow'ing my own zingers don't come in.

I fell on that special sword. Vocal fried til I was post-god. Slicing through all the shit you hoard and made love.

The quiet cucked by the car creek, though you didn't want them to hear. What goes on in the back seat, doesn't it make you so unclear?

We belong in that Kia.

I used to see the future, my little tragic banana peel. I hoped that I could cuter if I sing like deaths not real. We don't live to healed, but do you wanna die by my steel?

La la la

I got on my horse, slayed a dragon in your name

Onto Christendom.

So you've heard it before. Spare me the detail.

It's lonely inside my folk tales.

But there's room on this horse for two.

Bendy is a catacomb.