​The Library (Demo)

Couldn't eat the library
All the books have gone bad

And the farmer says
He's gonna sell the land
It's no good to him

All his heads, they're on fire now
At the end of his necks
Craning high up to see
Little girls making
A casket for him
Out of apples and bread

Some snakebites get in the skin and don't leave
What is mama baking

And so so many fathers have died the same way
And the books have gone bad