She is a husk, could be blown away by the wind
Has no roots, no escape routes
Mould her with your calloused hands and give her a magic seed
Something to call her very own
Make her a conjuror
Make her the God of someone's world
Make her a conjuror
Make her the God of someone's world
Her brain is a web of chains
Put there to hold her down
Each heartbeat spools the sticky thread out
A negative of every life that throws its light into her shade
She's spinning it for Daddy
A negative of every life that throws its light into her shade
She's spinning it for Daddy
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