I’ll Be Jason (A Song For She) /// Fantompower

[Verse: looms.]
Gritting teeth, the sinner sleeps in novocaine
Pigment leaks hidden cheeks from the focused flames
Frozen frame in her knowing gaze
To most I’ve been closed off since the open day
Too busy whipping dreams up for din-dins
Housemates pissy he never clean up the kitchen
Ditch the dishes to switch for swishes
Courting on the court he be spitting to ya Mrs
Red handed, stigmata on the lords day
Lumber home tail dragging on the walkway
He only ever ate the gourmet in poor taste
And now he gnaws on the corpse till the jaw aches
The old me, sold sleep from the dealer
Cold feet, the soul weeps I need a healer
I can be the feature, she can be the star for sure
In her golden fleece, it’s me her and the argonauts