What's this on my fencing'
There are no second chances
She's failed in understanding
She's done it good

What's this on my trenches'
There is no intercession
Get your hands in heaven off my goods

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Good seed sower
send Jenny on over
You don't even know her
I swear that she's mine

You've made your righteous impression
Now send her into prison
She loves my indecision
but she chose death over life

Hey Mr. Goodboys
She's my human bloodtoy
I'll be hearing her scream noise
I'll make her my wife