Texty: In Reverent Fear. Stomacher. All Ripe.

All ripe, the torrent insides are beating me now
The stars are pulling me in, pulling me out
This tart owns all the love inside of me
and you would not believe the sight of her
All these sentimental people,
they all gather around the well
I've been giving rhymes away

All ripe, the lady and I have tea in the white
She sighs, the carnivorous bite, cadaverous life
Is stomping, coming for to get me soon
Alas, I know my doom is on it's way
All these sentimental people,
they all gather around the well
I've been giving rhymes away