Turn of the Century

Realising a form out of stone. Set hands moving. Roan shaped his heart Through his working hands. Work to mold his passion into clay, like the sun. In his room, his lady So be still he now cries I have time, oh let clay transform thee so. In the deep

Nothing you say will ever take the place Of what you've done to me Now you have to learn the hard way that You picked the wrong guy to fuck with I will make you listen I will make you feel pain I will make you listen To every word that I say For the