Priscilla’s Dagger - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Devenny]

Do you have something to say, my dear?

Yes, the crest on my chest causes fear

And I sense that you think you're near

But you’re far from it, I see those tears, yeah

Couple of villagers wanna try know me

Standing outside with the templars and thieves

The gaze in their eyes says they wanna cause grief

Take a swig of the warmest of meads

For me, this is just a game that I play

When men that throw hate with any sort of change

Coming their way with the source of their hate

Is the brightest of faith, is that rude to say?

Is that rude to say? Yeah

Leave a handkerchief by the inn's fire

Take the items out of the chest you desire

Throw the parchment in the lake you admire

Build guild, build guild

Build guild, build guild, yeah

You, you are me, yeah

Please, you one of these, yeah

Hands that were made from the bark, yeah

Rough as the hater you seek, yeah

Think you're a puffer for holding your soul

Trust in the gold that you sold for your feelings

My dear, you’re just drowning in hope

Please, grab on the rope

Look at the scars that you bear on your arms

For the times you were craving the cold

My instinct was vicious, you fucked with the vision

I hope you return to the warm

The reaper was calling, you crawled on the ceiling

I held on your pulse to stop you from bleeding

I need you, I need you

I really just need you, I really just wanted you here with me

But leave a handkerchief by inn's fire (Ooh)

Take the items out of the chest you desire

Throw the parchment in the lake you admire

Build guild, build guild

And I will build, build, build

I'm home, I'm home

It's cold, that's on my soul

I feel cold, that's on my soul

I feel cold