[Chorus: FIELDED]

Spend the rest of your days here, I know it, I know it

Find a way to disengage here, I know it, I know it

Let the barren tree bring you shade here, I know it, I know it

I know that darling death's on the loose

Opulence will never seduce

Your payment presumptive and servile, I know it, I know it

You buy what is earned, you the wise fear, I know it, I know it

So eat all my fruit and get gone dear, I grow it, I grow it, I grow

Whether spirit, breast, bone, or meat, you'll always be feasting on me

[Verse 1: billy woods]

She kept a record of everything that happened

Exactly as it happened

Every interaction captured in exacting fashion

Not a diary, but somethin' to be dissembled with dispassion

Carefully taken apart and the wiring examined

Bent her wrist to write, it looked like a butcher's list

A knife folded in the folds of her dress

She's nobody's muse

She wears a dead man's shoes and tracks the moon

Down till the ground glisten, the only sound hounds snippin'

Suzerain

Nothin' can exist without permission in the book what it listed in

Charcoal sketch the men, the pen scratch some limbs

Pages full of such you won't see again

Suzerain

She never drew his face

She never wrote the end

Just left a blank space

Her knee never bent

Everything swim in her eyeglass lens

Erased the sun, left the world to spin