Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
Will Oldham
I am still what I meant to be
And I'm losing my mind
But our burdens must lessen
Though our enemies thrive
Crowded the hall with stock women parts
Candles were lit, burdened the hearts
Felt a bad vibe kick in just then
Things seemed to smolder, enclosing us in
I am still what I meant to be
And I'm losing my mind
But our burdens must lessen
And our enemies die
Down in the basement, up in the attic
I promised you that I would not stay sick
Here is the hand now placed over the heart
Admire it lover, rend it apart
I am still what I meant to be
And I'm losing my mind
But our burdens must lessen
And our enemies die
Regardless of all I will not stay in
Off to the market I'm going again
Kicking the dust, waving at all
Covering the face, starting to bawl
I am still what I meant to be
And I'm losing my mind
But our burdens must lessen
And our enemies die