Letra de Directionless Resurrectionist

Once upon a time there was a lady of no repute, One miss crow, who, by force of a certain stranger, Had engaged in violent night-time actions, against her very will. Resulting from this invasion came, An aberration of desperation, a horror in all but name, A stoop-backed boy, short of stature, violent by nature; To be expelled from the womb in late november. A fast track to sorrow in a world bred slow. From foetid seed, a poison tree with a venomous bark did grow. He was to work all the hours his sorry god sent, A resident of fantasy, living a life of lament. He was to have no living lovers, no-one on who to depend. Yet his friends were to call him carrion, The friends inside his head...