The sage and the fence
I am the Medusa with a thousand flaming heads
The whore in the back alley
Full month
Full moon
My God
You’re such a maggot
Moth
It’s midnight now
So hard, so cold
Tomorrow’s land
We’ll stroll as told
I am the Medusa with a thousand flaming heads
The whore in the back alley
Full month
Full moon
My God
You’re such a maggot
Moth
It’s midnight now
So hard, so cold
Tomorrow’s land
We’ll stroll as told