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Anvil

Emma Ruth Rundle

Lay me on the anvil of your shame
You, the paragon of animals
So tender is the turning of this blade
You have shaped me, have I shaped you?

Hey man, what will you do? (Ah)
Such fear is coming for you (yeah)

This man delights me not, to turn a phrase
It is giving gone girl animal
In his halcyon, his hammer falling days
Does it hate me, do I hate you?

Hey man, what will you do? (Ah)
Such fear is coming for you
Us being born beneath is twisted
Us being born beneath and twisted

I bring a bright burst of light down over you
I bring a bright burst of light down over
I bring a bright burst of light down over you
I bring a bright, I bring a bright, I bring a bright, bright
I, you, bright, bright
I, you, bright, bright
I, you, bright, bright
I, you
Ah

Hey man, what will you do? (Do, ah)
Such fear is gathering (yeah)
Us being born beneath and twisted
Us being born beneath and twisted

Composição: Emma Ruth Rundle