zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
Well fuck. So much for leaving helpful little hidey holes- seems the wall is more of a disaster than you expected. Huffing your frustration but keeping quiet (just like everyone else, rude mental-speech fuckers but you don't know that) you turn back to your wall.
You have no magic or animal shift or anything else to help, only your calloused hands and a lifetime of labor. So while everyone else shifts and starbolts and whatever else you go in search of hammers and nails, as well as some concrete which you'll mix up to fortify the stones. Still whistling, you return to your simple task, continuing to try and leave hidey holes - just, smaller ones this time.
You have no magic or animal shift or anything else to help, only your calloused hands and a lifetime of labor. So while everyone else shifts and starbolts and whatever else you go in search of hammers and nails, as well as some concrete which you'll mix up to fortify the stones. Still whistling, you return to your simple task, continuing to try and leave hidey holes - just, smaller ones this time.
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
